"Another year has arrived, my friends," Mrs. Prentice said sternly. She turned on her heel and pointed her husky figure to face her colleagues. She breathed in heavily through her nostrils and let out a long breath. "I can almost smell the prestige."
Walking away from the window Mrs. Prentice surveyed the faculty of Cedar Hills who sat proudly before her. Each faculty member wore the proper attire—a gray sweater vest pulled over a light blue collared shirt—skirts for the ladies, slacks for the gents. All uniforms bore the school crest on the top left.
"This year is going to bring about the finest this school has ever seen. Students from all across the world have come to join our legendary tradition because we have turned about the top of the charts, the finest of the fine, the cream of the crop. This is our year once again," she said, putting an amount of emphasis on the last sentence. Mrs. Prentice clapped her hands in front of her.
"Registration starts in promptly two hours time. Please, check your classrooms once more for spot cleaning and then make yourself comfortable until the students and parents arrive. Remember to pay attention to the new arrivals as well as the old because these young adults are the future of Cedar Hills."
She nodded her head for dismissal and the faculty began to dispense. Once more, Mrs. Prentice crossed back to the window to watch early arrivers. "We'll find her this year," she said to herself. "I'm sure of it."