I sat down in the principal's office watching her fill up some papers. The scratching of her pen against the paper was steady, slow, like she had all the time in the world. The clock on the wall ticked quietly behind her.
She had called me because of the class transfer.
Wow, Princess works fast on that. I thought it was going to take days for the process.
I shifted in the chair and leaned back a little, glancing around the office. Nothing special. Just the usual shelves and files.
She made me sign some paperwork, pushing the papers toward me one after the other without looking up much. I took the pen and signed where she pointed. Page after page. My name started looking strange after writing it so many times.
I thought I was going to get transferred to class 10A, but there was no alphabet written on the side of the number.
That made me pause for a second.
I looked down at the paper again, then back at her.
