WOLVES AND VIPERS.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. Walking into the office, I was hit with the smell of polished wood and power. It was the kind of room that didn’t need to shout its authority, because the leather chairs, the expensive wood, and the gleam of brass told you exactly where you stood. It looked like everything the office of the principal of a school as prestigious as Ravenscroft High would look like. Behind the mahogany desk sat the principal, dressed in his expensive royal blue suit. His bright eyes stared sharply at me behind his thick-rimmed glasses, as he sat cross-legged in his expensive leather seat. I looked to the seat before him. And the sight that greeted me was unsurprising. Roxanne was there already. Perched on the edge of the chair like a queen in her throne, her back was straight, as one of her ankles crossed over the other. She looked at me with her signature smug smirk, with a malicious glint in her eyes. Her red lip gloss catches the light like a blade behind her white teeth. My eye