The next day, as the exams were taking place around the campus, a different kind of tension filled the air.
It was time for the much-anticipated meeting with the school board.
With yesterday's chaos behind us, and the confirmation that there had been no fire outbreak, it was imperative to address the issue that was tarnishing the school's image and reputation.
I sat in the meeting room, biting my lip nervously, feeling the weight of numerous scrutinizing gazes upon me. Mixed with disdain and irritation, some eyes bore into me more forcefully than others, but Mr. Golden's presence stood out; he wore a smirk, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes.
I couldn't fathom how I had ended up in this predicament, let alone orchestrating it. The school's administration had meticulously plotted every detail to ensure that Roman was widely hated throughout the institution.
