Violet did not not waste even a second more as she headed to the administrative floor. She had ignored Lila who questioned her where she was going. But the girl didn't need to know, not when she might try to stop her.
The receptionist looked up briefly, then barely acknowledged Violet's presence, her eyes shifting back to the phone screen in front of her. Violet could hear gunfire blaring from the movie she was engrossed in, the volume turned high enough that it drowned out the faint sounds of the office. Voliet couldn't tell whether her lack of response was a cue for her to go in or fuck off. Violet chose the former.
She approached the office door, lifting her hand, and knocked firmly. There was no response.
Violet knocked for a second time, wondering if Principal Jameson was even in the office. It wasn't yet eight o'clock, after all.
