It was chaos when a gentle yet demanding voice sounded from behind the crowd, "Who's Nathalia Carter?"
The crowd quietened down, their eyes followed the voice and fell on a man in his mid-forties, with spectacles, looking rather scholastic and refined. "It's the principal. What's he doing here?" someone murmured.
"Good Morning, Mr. Morgan."
"Good Morning, Mr. Morgan."
The appearance of the principal had made it more exciting. Everyone gathered closer to the principal, waiting for the next excitement. Mr. Morgan glanced around and asked again, gently, "Who is Nathalia Carter?"
Nathalia looked around, hesitated a bit, then put her hand up and said, "I'm Nathalia Carter. What's the matter?"
