Superrational - by BLAP - Skunk Ledger

“Will Vicktoreya Keyneslee Beauxpensees please come see the principal right now?” said the voice over the intercom. The voice didn’t actually tell me where to go, but I met the principal at his office anyway, because I knew that was the Schelling point for where we could find each other. I pushed my luxuriant raven hair behind my ear demurely and used my delicate, doll-like hand to knock on the door.