It was evident early in the day that the power structure of the school had changed for good. One of those it was not evident to was Principal Simon Davison, who was laboring under the impression that he was in charge.
A figure passed by Debbie Stern, his 27-year old secretary, and entered his office. As they did, Principal's office began to change, expanding from a simple office into an elegant book-lined study.
Simply, Principal Davison's services were no longer required. Of course, he didn't know that. He was spared the knowledge, and in fact was oblivious. The students probably would have been thrilled, had they remembered him. He was not exactly popular with them.
A few moments later, Debbie Stern looked up from what she was doing. "She wasn't too hard on you this time, was she?"
The figure who exited the office, the door of which now read Headmistress, blinked. She was a girl, perhaps 12 or 13 years old. "No," she said in a French accent. She felt a bit confused. The entire conversation inside the office was a bit of a blur.
A slightly older girl hurried in. "Simone, what have you done now?" She asked in French. "You know our parents expect me to look out for you."
"It was nothing, Nicole," the younger girl protested in the same tongue. "I only..."
"You only what? Last week, you decided you wanted to be a vegan. The week before, you thought you might want to practice wicca. Last month, you wished to be a marine biologist."
They headed out into the hall. Debbie Stern tsked. The Lilse sisters. Nicole was fairly refined. She got rather out of sort when it came to her kid sister.
Simone would likely blossom into the beauty her sister was. She looked like a younger version of her, but she had a tendency to get carried away in her interests, which lasted long enough to frustrate everything with her chatter, and then fade.
The intercom buzzed. "Ms. Stern, if you could come in here." She headed toward the office door...
