I hadn’t spoken to the principal properly since my first day, and I didn’t think I had made a very good impression on him then.
He was about my dad’s age, somewhere in his early to mid-fifties, and he had short grey hair and steely gray eyes which made him look rather severe.
He was always dressed in a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt. It looked like the same suit every day, though that was obviously not the case, and it felt like it was a sort of uniform for him.
He suited his name, Mr. Sharp, to a tee.
I had tried my best to avoid him since the first day, and I definitely wouldn’t have been as calm as Blake had been if he yelled at me in the hallway for doing something that broke school conduct.
He looked at me and Brooke silently with a scowl on his face and his fountain pe
