Principal's Office

Noah took his time walking to the principal's office, his steps slow and unhurried. He wasn't the least bit anxious, knowing that the truth was on his side. As he approached the office door, he knocked lightly and heard a firm voice from within: "Come in."

Entering, Noah greeted, "Good afternoon, Principal. I'm here because you called for me earlier today. I'm assuming it's about the test results."

The principal, a tall man with a stern but wise face, had his glasses resting on the edge of his nose. He was reviewing some papers when Noah spoke. As Noah finished, the principal lowered the papers slightly and gazed at him over his glasses, his eyes piercing as if trying to read through the young man standing before him. It wasn't an accusatory stare but one of deep consideration. The glasses, perched at just the right angle, made his stare feel more intense, as though he were weighing Noah's words and actions with decades of experience behind him.