Instead of hospitality, I sensed a spark of fury in the nice tone of her voice which she disguised behind her fake-smiley face. Without hearing my agreement, she turned on her heel and walked through the hallway, expecting me to trail behind her toward the private space near the teacher's office.
My feet obeyed my brain, taking steps behind her with silence muffling my mouth until the quiet room greeted us. It was a soundproof place where those with moral issues received guidance from the counselor in order to change them to be better individuals.
Distress had filled my lungs since my first step into it due to the high tension of the atmosphere. My eyes roamed around and found nothing but only two chairs split by the table and side by side with the draped-by-curtain window. On the le
