The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe was at her desk, feasting on the morning's harvest of apple pastries from JGOB, and rubbing her stomach absently as she worked on her semi-regular letter to the school board. To say that she was thankful that she had nothing truly strange to report would be an understatement.

[The door is open, if anyone from John's class wants to come by. She'll be around tomorrow too.]

Zoe sat in her office, drafting a quarterly letter for the powers that be at the school board. Currently, she was stuck on trying to find a sane alternative for "We all spent the weekend in black and white."

The door is open for anyone who needs her.