Ugh, this is so boring, Ivy thought for about the millionth time. Her history teacher was droning on and on about something from the front of the room, and from the look of her classmates, she wasn't the only one bored out of their skull. Some were taking notes mechanically, barely paying attention, while others were struggling just to stay awake. Which is why it was no surprise that several jerked awake, some falling out of their chairs, when the P.A. system screeched on, an announcer coming in over the loudspeaker.
"Please pardon the interruption. Ivy Walker to the Principal's office please, Ivy Walker to the Principal's office. Thank you"
At once, every head in the room turned to Ivy, Mr. Scott's lecture rudely forgotten. The automatic 'Ooooooo' reverberated around the room from every mouth. Ivy rose from her desk and grabbed her backpack, rolling her eyes on her way out the door. It was so typical for them to think she had done something. Why is it that whenever someone goes to the office, people think they're in trouble? She wasn't in any trouble, because she hadn't done anything wrong. She was sure of that much. She cracked a small smile, chuckling to herself, and walked the rest of the way till she got to the office. She reached for the handle and was about to open the door when she looked up. What she saw froze her where she stood; there were two officers inside, both wearing Gotham PD jackets. Police. In the office. Where she had just been summoned to. And one had met her eyes, his own reflecting guilt and sadness. Every voice in Ivy's head was screaming at her to run, as far and as fast as she could, away from that door. Her thoughts were racing, but in that moment, one was louder than the rest.
Don't go in there.
It was one of those moments in life where you know your next decision may change life as you know it forever. It was the longest two seconds of Ivy's life.
And then it was over. Ivy mentally checked herself, turned the door handle, and went inside. Everything is fine, she told herself, stop worrying.
It was strange though: she couldn't shake this weird feeling that she was about to get some very, very bad news.