"Always up to no good that group," Mr. Cord chuckled to himself. Standing on the rooftop of the library, he admired the bustling campus of the school he now ran. The cool autumn air filled his lungs with glee.
"Dad? What are you doing?" A young girl sporting a black jacket and light brown hair wrapped in a ponytail stood behind the headmaster. A few freckles decorated the fair skin canvas under her hazel eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing, Alana. Just admiring the view."
"I hope you didn't bring me all the way up here just to see things from a higher perspective. I want to be on the ground. Plus, you promised to help me find the classrooms I have to go to," Alana said.
"Indeed, I did. Sorry, about that. Let's go, shall we? I have so much to teach you. And so does the school. You'll find that some of the students here are just as gifted as you are."
"To be honest, I highly doubt that," Alana shared.
"No no, it's true! The students I've had the pleasure of meeting are one of a kind."
