You walked into your homeroom during lunch. Lunchbox in hand, you were filled to the brim with gossip today.

Ms. Cron was perched at her desk which was messy and unorganized. She looked up from her paperwork. "Darling, sit, sit. Pull up a chair to my desk. Tell me everything." She leaned forward and propped up her head on her hands, elbows on the papers without a care. Ms. Cron smiled wide, almost devilishly.