Over yonder

Turning from the left corner, a blonde and a brunette stop in the center of the hallway. Right in front of then is a beige-wooden door with the word “Principal” written in its black name-tag with a golden cursive script.

“Come in” says a masculine voice from inside after hearing knocks on his

The blonde waltz in followed closely behind by the brunette, and they both turn their attention to the sight of blonde haired man staring intently at documents on his mahogany desk.

The Principal takes off his glasses to massage his eyes, then trains them to address the pair of ladies. With a knowing smile,

“Kendra, Samira, what can I do for y’all lovely ladies?”

“Save it Pops” Kendra, the blonde answers. Raising her arms akimbo, “You know why we’re here”

“Now listen here you little sh…” He jerks his head to the left and right, where the cameras are positioned. With an exaggerated sigh, he turns back to the ladies “I have been trying but these wrinkles don’t just disappear.” He says. Leaning back on his seat, he brushes back his hair, “Can’t you at least compliment me for having no grey hairs?”

Gnashing her teeth in anger, Kendra was ready to let out a few choice words but Samira stuck an arm in front of her. Stepping in front of Kendra, the brunette stares daggers at the principal.

“Sir, you do remember your promise to resolve the difficulties of our club right?” Samira says, taking a stern tone in her voice that allows for no silliness. “So, any updates?”

With his another sigh, the principal leans forwards, letting his hands act as support beams for his head.

“Yes, I have thought a bout your little problem, and there’s something in the works for now.” He says. “All I ask is that you give me a week or two to get the ball rolling”

The ladies look to each other, their faces showing their mutual surprise that they received a straight answer from him.

Flicking her long brunette hair to the side, she turns to address Kendra behind her, “We’ve waited a year already so what’s a week or two right?”

Kendra averts her gaze from them both as she scoffs, and begins to make her way to the door, with her arms crossed at her chest.

“That’ll do” she pauses by the door and says, before leaving.

Samira perks up, “Well, the lady has spoken” she says before chasing after Kendra.

As the door shuts, the principal releases another grand sigh.

He pivots his chair to the window.

Well, at least it might start to get interesting again

An imperceptible smile traces his lips.