Naeva Quinn

My steps dragged lazily across the grounds of the school, I wasn’t ready for whatever the principal was interested in. I just wanted to find out the secrets. Waiting ahead.

Inside the office, the air was calm, too quiet. Behind the polished desk sat the principal, his expression calm but not readable. Opposite him sat Mrs. Ivy Devereux, the school’s guidance counsellor. Her gaze lifted immediately, sharp and scanning into my eyes, as if she had been waiting just for ...