Headmaster
As the principal, Mr. Johnson, called again, he said, “Miss Everett.” His black suit shone under the blue and green hall lights. His appearance was of an ominous and deadly figure.
The seven-footer towered over everyone in the school hall as he walked down the halls. His office awaited hungry on the other side, where he raged. Macy nodded and handed a friend her clutch bag.
It was her hope that everything would be alright.