Kestrel's POV
By the time I reach the office, I'm panicking as several thoughts flow through my head. Is my script missing? Did my father ask for me again and decide to seize my results? Because tell me why for the first time in years since I started Sally Royal, I'm being summoned to get my results instead of in class.
Principal Morrison's office is imposing with its dark wood paneling and the large desk that seems to create a barrier between her and the students. The walls are lined with framed diplomas and photos of past hockey championships. The leather chair I sit in feels cold against my skin, making me even more uncomfortable in my simple outfit.
"Miss Kestrel, have a seat," the Principal tells me, and I sit down, staring at her with different kinds of curiosity until she brings
