SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

Walking into the office, I was hit with the smell of polished wood and power. It was the kind of room that didn’t need to shout its authority, because the leather chairs, the expensive wood, and the gleam of brass told you exactly where you stood.

It looked like everything the office of the principal of a school as prestigious as Ravenscroft High would look like.

Behind the mahogany desk sat the principal, dressed in his expensive royal blue suit. ...