Yana and I were ushered to Evil Quin’s glass cubicle in the faculty room. Principal Clarion was there, to my surprise, sitting at the far side of the wall; while the woman who had sent for me and Yana was sitting behind her desk, looking like a predator waiting for its prey.
“Let’s begin now, shall we?” Evelyn started rather impatiently.
Since she had assumed the position of the school’s Academic Inspector, it was the first time I’d been invited to her den. And it was also the closest thing I’d gotten to a nervous breakdown. I remembered being summoned to the Principal’s Office in my sophomore year. It was nowhere like this. I glanced at the AC unit wondering if it was working. The air inside was tense and thick, and it wasn’t helping any bit to counter the sweat in my palms that I kept on wiping on my skirt.
