It's the Principal

“It is the first day of school, Miss Nightingale,” Mr. Short, the principal, said, staring at me over the top of his glasses. “I was hoping we could at least make it through one day without any incidents, but clearly, that will not be the case.” He sighed, shaking his head, as he looked at the report the drama teacher, Ms. Piper had sent down with me when she’d sent me to his office about twenty minutes ago. Since “the incident” had happened in last period, there was a good chance I’d be here late. Luckily, my guardian had arrived at the high school within a few moments of the principal calling him and telling him there was a problem--al