Present Day
Lexa stormed out of the principal’s office, gripping the wooden broom so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Her jaw was clenched in frustration, and her dark eyes gleamed with rebellion.
Punishment. She couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to this—sweeping the school courtyard like some janitor in training.
The principal’s words echoed in her mind, each syllable laced with condescension.
“Let this be a lesson, Lexa. Actions have consequences.”
She scoffed under her breath, muttering to herself as she descended the stairs toward the sprawling school courtyard.
"Yeah, actions have consequences, but no one ever mentions how boring those consequences are."
She reached the courtyard, which was littered with leaves, wrappers, and the occasional paper airplane—a testam
