The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe wasn't quite sure what her continued flu-like symptoms were all about, but she was blaming it on the trolls. That seemed to be an easy explanation for everything lately, and she wasn't planning on giving her stony scapegoats up any time soon. Her letter to the school board was still sitting on her desk, sad in its half-finished state, and her primary goal of the day was to get that sent out so that she didn't have to worry about any Powers That Be until the next time something decided to attack the island.

The door was open for anyone who needed her.

[I'm not going to be available until this evening, but feel free to ping in if you need Zoe for something, and I'll get to you when I'm online again. *g*]