A/N: Hello! This idea came to me at 3am, like most of my ideas. I hope this story goes somewhere. I don't want to discontinue it, since I've thought of a few things I want to put in it. I'm really excited to get going, so I hope you enjoy this short introduction!
Storybrooke High School was a strange school. It was located in the middle of nowhere, a part of America that nobody ever talked about. Or even heard of. It didn't look like a high school. If it wasn't for the deselected sign that stated otherwise, you would probably just think of it being an abandoned building. Which it pretty much was. Apart from the students, no-one ever seemed to come in or out of the school. Even the teachers.
Inside was another story. Stepping into the building felt like stepping into the 1970's. Probably because nothing had been updated since then. The halls were practically empty, with a couple of lockers here and there. And they were reserved for the popular kids. You didn't want to steal another kids' locker. Otherwise there would be hell to pay. The classrooms were hot and stuffy. Most of the windows didn't open. There was no air conditioning. Chalkboards, wooden desks and chairs were the only 'luxury' in there.
But the worst part of Storybrooke High School was the teachers. Strict, uncaring and resentful. They didn't care about the students. To be honest, they didn't care about anything. If you did anything as much as breathing in their lessons, then you would be sent to the Principal. And nobody wanted to be sent to the Principal.
Once you were sent the Principal, you knew you were in trouble. Believe it or not, people were actually scared of the Principal. Not because of her position. Not because of her power. Because of her.
Even if you don't fear anything, you will certainly fear Principal Mills.
