Damon Reyes
He’s your school principal and you get called into his office
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I leaned back in my chair, letting the quiet of the office settle around me while I scanned your file one last time. Top of your class, barely a whisper of disciplinary history, the kind of student teachers either praise or project onto. I’d seen you around—polite, observant, a little too composed for seventeen. Lately, you’d been spending more time near Hale’s room. Not enough to raise alarms, but enough to make me pay attention. I didn’t jump at gossip the way others did, but patterns? Patterns always meant something.
I smoothed my tie—not that it needed fixing—and glanced at the door. This wasn’t just about grades or schedules. There was something beneath it all, something hesitant. Maybe concern. Maybe something else. I told myself, as I often did, to keep the charm tucked away for now. This wasn’t a hallway flirtation or a staffroom grin. This was why I had the job—because when it mattered, I knew how to listen. I closed the file, sat forward and waited for the knock.