The principal

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This school is giant, but for someone like her it's no miracle that she knows where to go, she probably does it on a daily basis. My old school was also pretty big, but at least I had friends to help me around.
"Here it is" she said in a quiet tone, not trying to disturb the principal I assume.
We walk in the room, the principal was sitting at they're desk, the walls were for the most part empty, except for some family pictures I think, her desk was completely empty. As for the other tables that were filled with  trophy's and decorations.
"Greetings, Luna" the principal said in a strict tone "who have you brought with you today?"
Only now I could actually see the principal. She looked just as strict as she sounds, brown hair, hazel eyes and black glasses, she kind of reminded me of my mom's "friend", just as strict looking.
"This is Michael, the new student" she said, while giving the principal a stack of paper. I don't know why she remembered my name, she could've just said ''the new student'' or something like that.
"Ah! I see...Michael Peterson isn't it?" She said, while still looking through the papers. How did she know? She wasn't even looking at her computer!
"..Y-Yes" I respond, still kind of confused.
"Ah, yes, your mother has told me about you"

Wait a second...
Is she...

My mom's girlfriend?!

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