{ Cynosure }
Continued from here with @hiscloudyeyes
The corners of her lips are barely dipped in a small fraction of a frown while a thin slip of paper is clutched tightly in her hand as she marches down the empty hall. Slightly peeved at the response she had received, she is not at all looking forward to the meeting with this guy.·
Who gives a sentence to a paragraph? The nerves! And the point of her telling him where she would be, is so that he comes to her-- What manners- Or rather NO manners. Who. Does. He. Think. He. IS?!
She was only being polite and·reasonable, sending him that letter. Shouldn’t the student council sit on top of everything else? Is the disciplinary committee not a branch of that? The only thing above her position, the president, should be the school staff.·
The female puts a halt to her train of irritated thoughts once she reaches the reception room ( one too spacious and unfitting for a committee like this ). A deep breath, not because she is afraid ( regardless of all the whispered, frightened rumors she had heard ) but because she needs to calm down. And the weather isn’t making it any easier.
Two soft knocks on the door, and she firmly announces her arrival,·“ Nanase Sakura, student council president. ”