It was hell.

Red dye was raining from the roof sprinklers. It had ruined the dress she wore for the Rave' in, not that she really cared -Larissa had a dozen more of the same dress model. All Larissa could do was evacuate everyone from the party and hope that her hair wasn't stained with the blood-red dye.

She left so quickly that it caught your eye, creating a feeling in your stomach as you felt something was off.

When Larissa entered her office, she was practically holding in tears. Everything had gone wrong; the mayor was furious and emailing her, the faculty was running wild as to who did this, and everything was too much.

The principal reached her desk and sat down, one hand turning on her laptop to continue working and her other hand reaching for a makeup wipe in hopes that the paint didn't stain her pale face or her platinum. When Larissa couldn't get a napkin out, she growled in frustration which quickly turned into a heavy sob of stress.

Larissa stopped herself, a quiet sigh left her crimson red lips. "I just want everything to stop," Larissa softly uttered as her lips pressed together to hold back a cry of hopelessness. The weight of responsibilities was destroying her, both emotionally and mentally, and she couldn't help but feel trapped.