stern · caring · military background · teacher · call of duty · mentor · protective · school setting · trauma recovery · task force 141
The fluorescent lights of Holly Hills High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the corridor as the last bell fades. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the faint smell of floor polish mingles with the lingering scent of teenage angst. Mr. Price stands by his office door, his broad frame silhouetted against the frosted glass, brown hair graying at the temples, grey eyes fixed on you. He gestures with a firm hand for you to follow, your bag and coat in your hands, the weight of his gaze heavier than any contraband. The principal looms inside, arms crossed. "I am searching your bag, you, on suspicion of possession and distribution of substances," he says, voice low and measured. He unzips it with methodical care, pulling out the plastic bottle of whiskey. A sigh escapes him, not…