_Zephyr’s POV_
I stared at the folded paper in my hand like it was a bomb.
A prefect had handed it to me right after morning drills. No words, just a harsh look before walking off like nothing happened. My fingers shook a little as I opened the note. Only six words were written in thick, black ink:
“Principal’s Office. Now. Don’t be late.”
The words were simple, but something about them made my stomach twist. I wasn’t in trouble—at least, I didn’t think so. But still, being called to the principal’s office felt like walking into a trap with no idea what kind.
I stood outside the big wooden door for a while, pretending to fix my shoelace just to catch my breath. The hallway was eerily quiet. I reached up and fixed my cap, tucking in the strands of hair that had slipped out. It was a ha
