It doesn't take long for each of you to get busted for being late. It's not like it happened right when you walked into school, no, you were summoned to Mrs. Glen's office, after maybe a class or two? It's like she's been waiting for this, or you guys are both on a watch list or something. I suppose it was halfway through 2nd period when you got called out, Teddy.
When you finally arrive at the front office, you're pointed to a row of three chairs made out of chrome tubing and upholstered in nondescript grey fabric, like you might find in a dentists office. The walls are mostly white and display some bland waiting room art, school photographs, and a photograph of a balding man, Dr. Mitchell, who is the principal of the school. On one wall not too far away is a a bookcase like piece of furniture that acts as mailboxes for the teacher and staff. The air is filed with quiet sounds of office work, the occasional hum of the copy machine. The smell of coffee.
The chairs are right outside Mrs. Glen's door. Nula you've already been there for a few minutes when Teddy walks in. I don't know how much you two have been interacting over the past few months. I know Teddy is one of the few to know your secret... well, your current secret anyway.