Lips turned down in a nervous frown, the brunette studied the map in her hold. But that was hard to do when her hands were trembling. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath, turning on her heel and folding the useless piece of paper into a neat square. If she tried, she could recall the way to the Principal's Office.
Sure enough, it was just around the corner. By the time she arrived in front of the door, her shaking had evolved from like a loose leaf to trapped under ten layers of snow. No reason came to mind whenever she tried to deduce why she was being called for. She hadn't done anything troublesome lately, had she? Her ears hurt just from thinking about the fuss that her mother was bound to make if she ever got detention or something like that.
Okay, you can do this. Knock, knock, knock! "You called, sir?"
