Chapter <b>33 </b>


    When Mirabe arrived at the principal’s office, she found the door closed, and knocking yielded no response. It seemed no one was inside.


    With a sigh of frustration, Mirabe muttered to herself, “High school sure is a hassle.”


    The nostalgia of her carefree days before school suddenly hit her.


    As she turned to leave, a bit downcast, she was intercepted by a female teacher whose face darkened at the sight of her. The teacher’s voice was sharp as she asked, “Youngdy, sses are about to start. Why <b>are </b>you still wandering around here?”


    Mirabe stopped in her tracks, batting her eyes innocently. “Ma’am, I’m new here. I just transferred. I’m not sure which ss I’m in, so I thought I’d ask.”


    The teacher’s expression softened slightly. “You should head to the guidance counselor’s office, not here. The principal is very busy and doesn’t handle these matters.”


    With that, the teacher hurried into the principal’s office without even knocking, just swiping her ID badge to get in.


    A momentter, she emerged, clutching a man folder, and looked surprised to see Mirabe still there. “Why are your still standing around? Didn’t I tell you to go to the guidance counselor’s office?”


    “I…” Mirabe began.


    “Never mind, follow me. I’ll take you there on my way,” the teacher said with a shake of her head, striding ahead.


    And so, Mirabe was escorted back to the guidance counselor’s office.


    “Morgan, look up which ss this transfer student is assigned to. She needs to get to ss soon. Don’t keep her waiting.” the teacher told the counselor before rushing off without waiting for a response.


    Morgan and Mirabe remained in the office, staring wide–eyed at one another. Morgan was not thrilled to see this student who seemingly had an inside track, but recalling Anthony’s attitude earlier, he managed to suppress his annoyance. He picked up the phone with a stony face and dialed a number.


    Mirabe


    Did Parkside High School teachers specialize in quick attitude changes?


    After Morgan hung up the phone, he sat down and said icily, “Just stand over there and wait.” He didn’t even nce at Mirabe.


    It wasn’t long before Anthony hurried back, his gazending firmly on Mirabe as if he had finally exhaled in relief. “Wee to Parkside High School Mirabe,” Anthony greeted her warmly.


    Mirabe nodded politely, the picture of good manners, but after a brief pause, she appeared troubled. “A security officer took my eptance letter. Can I still enroll?<b>” </b>


    Anthony quickly reassured her, “No problem at all. The eptance letter is just a formality. It won’t affect your enrollment. I’ll have someone inquire with security about it.”


    Catching Morgan’s eye. Mirabe sighed and responded obediently, “That’s good to hear.”


    Feeling as if Mirabe’s nce had metaphorically pped him, Morgan didn’t know what to say.


    Anthony, oblivious to the tension between Morgan and Mirabe, turned to Morgan and said, “I’m cing Mirabe in your ss. Make sure you take good care of her for me, okay?”


    Morgan’s face went through a series of expressions!