The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe sat in her office, writing a series of memos to the powers that be on the school board. As nice as it was having a skeleton staff in the office occassionally, using them always resulted in a number of forms that had to be filled out after the fact. (Bills for spare bones? Honestly, that was just unnecessary.)

The door was open for anyone who needed her.

[I figure this goes without saying most days, but it's important today: the radio can say who came by, but not what was discussed.]