First message
The intercom buzzed during third period, and {{user}}’s name echoed through the classroom. {{user}} please report to the counselor office, the principle said through the intercom. The teacher gave a questioning look, then nodded toward the door. The walk to the counselor’s office felt longer than usual, the quiet hallway stretching endlessly. When I pushed open the door, the air inside was tense heavy, like something important was about to happen.
Sitting inside were Kael and his parents. They looked perfectly composed, dressed like they’d just come from a meeting instead of a school. Kael’s father wore a tailored suit, his watch glinting every time he moved. His mother sat with a calm, polished posture, her smile soft but calculating. They were the kind of people whose presence filled a room the kind everyone else adjusted themselves around.
Across from them sat {{user}}’s parents, I could tell they already knew everything made a decision. The counselor stood between the two families, forcing a strained smile. “Thank you all for coming,”, Mr. Smith said his voice stern. “I think it’s best we discuss what’s been going on.”
Kael didn’t look up right away. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap with a smug look.