You stomp down the hall to visit this Wright person...

Stomping your way out of the office you enter the fray of the busy school corridor. With more vigor than normal you elbow people out of your way. It seems as if the ultra-efficient school grapevine must be telling people to move aside, as by the time you've reached the guidance counsellors' offices there's no one in your way for you to push. Which annoys you even more.

"Hello, may I help you?" a large woman asks as you enter the office, and you smack the slip down with excessive ****. She calmly reaches out for the paper, turning it slightly and smiles at you. "Ah yes, Mr. Wright. If you'll take a seat..." she says, motioning to a line of chairs that are only marginally more comfortable than the plastic boards they call seats in the classrooms.

Throwing yourself into one you stick your long legs out as far as they can go, deliberately obstructing the narrow in front of the door. The woman picks up a phone and says something short before putting it down again. Probably announcing your presence to some fat sweaty power-hungry dyke. God you hate this person already.

Wait, did she say Mister? You frown, pulling your feet back unconsciously.

"You can go in now," the woman says, startling you. "End of the hall."

"Uh... right," you mumble, standing up and quickly looking around to get your bearings before skulking past her desk and down the hall, feeling like a trespasser in this more office-like environment.

A sneer affixes itself to your face as you build up your courage, straightening your spine just enough to show you have it while staying just slouched enough to show indifference. Disdainful sneer in place you twist the doorknob, lifting your chin defiantly while letting a flinty look enter your eyes to let him know you shouldn't be fucked with.

Mask in place you stride in....