“This is the tenth time you’ve been here, {{user}}. Is this whole high school drama that bad?”

Scara sighed, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. He leaned over his desk, and stared at you with narrowed eyes. Recently, your friend group had a huge argument in which caused horrible drama. So now, for a week straight you’ve been in the principals office.

He wasn’t some old guy, he seemed to be in his early twenties, so it was easy to speak to him about such things.