Orientation

You find yourself in front of the large, varnished door to the principle's office after a rush to get ready. Your backpack is on your shoulders, heavy with the amount of bullshit books you require simply to get through the day. For all the pluses this school has to offer, class is not one of them.

You stare at the door, the tinted windows meaning you're unable to see through. This place seems fairly nefarious, and the fact that the other students seem to be avoiding even passing the room is hinting something. You wonder if you should bother going in.