Kilowaya

I entered the principal's office this time fully in my uniform, my phoenix badge on my blazer glazing upon the sun's glow from the window left widely open by the principal himself.

I had gathered my black curls into a tight ponytail, but the baby hairs continued to bounce on my forehead and neck, defying my attempts to contain them.

The principal had a thick golden sheet of paper lying on his desk, as he calmly discontinued his routine of spraying his precious plants to face me with more respect than ever before.

I sat down swiftly and picked up this golden sheet which almost smoothly slid off my hands like silk. Our names were written in bold at the top and as I skimmed through I noticed that he had added one more thing to his end of the deal.

The added arrangement was that I must never expose this deal to anyone at school or outside of school.