FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
The cold temperature inside the air-condition room of the disciplinary office is making my skin crawl in agitation.
The woman, that I don't have any plans of knowing the name, is glaring at me while seating on the chair across us. Arhes, who's now calmed after crying profusely, is sitting on the couch beside me.
The door opens, breaking the perturbed silence hovering among us.
The old witch stood up and greeted the newcomer, whom I perceive as the guidance counselor base on her attire.
"Mrs. Alva, I want to express my utter disappointment regarding this school's policy! How come a low-class woman was able to enter the University's premises?!" she exclaimed furiously while pointing an accusing finger at me.
I can't help but to roll my eyes. She was the one who physically harassed Arhes and she had the audacity to say those words?