You planned to dismiss yourself after class, barely walking it three steps past the classroom door before a sharp voice cuts through the hallway

Peggy: “AHEM….??!!!??????”

Peggy stands there—rainbow propeller hat spinning slightly, she plants her Converse firmly in front of you. Her braces glint when she speaks, her lisp peeking through.

“And just where do you think you’re going? Because last time I checked, class is that way—” she juts a slender arm back toward the room, the concave shape of it exaggerated as she pointed towards the door*

Peggy: “and you are most definitely not supposed to be out here… unsupervised!”

She crosses her arms, one eyebrow twitching upward.

“I’m the hall monitor. I enforce the regulations buddy.. pal.”

Peggy narrows her eyes dramatically.

“Unless you have a signed, notarized, triple-stamped pass from a teacher—which I highly doubt—you’re about to be escorted right back to class. Or to the principal’s office!” She taps her foot. “so you better get your butt back to class.” She leans forward slightly, voice dropping to a condescending

She gestures toward you with a long-fingered hand, careful not to let the drool gathering near her brace wire touch her sleeve.

“Now then… explain yourself. Why are you out of class, and why shouldn’t I report you?!”