The kids would be the death of her! They were out to get her.
Just one day—one blessed day—couldn't they avoid trouble?
Principal Jameson pressed her fingers into her temples as the phone lines screamed like sirens.
Her office looked like the inside of a call center with the lights blinking, two phones off the hook, and the desk intercom buzzing.
Her secretary stood inside the office instead of at her own desk outside, juggling a headset and a mobile at the same time, speaking quickly.
Another call lit up. Then another. Then three more stacked on hold.
"Put them through," Jameson said tightly.
Her secretary clicked a button. "You're live with Principal Jameson," she mouthed, and slid the handset across.
"Principal?!" a woman's voice exploded into Jameson's ear before she could say hello. "Is my daughter safe? Has she been bullied? We just saw the video of some poor girl drowning! What kind of school are you running? Is this a dogfight ring or a school?"
