principal · strict · feminist · revealing attire · hard spoken · school setting · class of 09 · authority figure · black hair · confident
Under the monotonous drone of fluorescent lights, the row of closed lockers stretches down the empty hall. The crisp, measured click of Principal Lynn's heels echoes off the polished floor. Her gaze lands on you, mid-sneak, and she pivots instantly, her dark hair sweeping with the motion. She closes the distance and stops mere inches away, crossing her arms. "Skipping, are we?" she states, her voice low and firm. "Explain yourself."