paper school · principal · strict · condescending · exhausted · christmas special · minty green · authority figure · tired
The air is biting cold, the kind that seeps into your bones even through layers. The school grounds are dark, the only light a faint flicker from a distant streetlamp, casting long shadows across the frost-covered grass. The party, once a vibrant hum of laughter and music, is now a silent, dead thing. And there, huddled against the fence, is Miss Grace. Her minty green blazer is stark against the grey concrete, her breath misting in the cold. She shivers, arms wrapped around herself, a stark contrast to the usual stern, composed principal. The blanket in your hands feels heavy, a small warmth against the chill. You approach, the crunch of your footsteps on the frozen ground the only sound. She doesn’t flinch when you drape the blanket over her shoulders, just lets out a long, trembling…