"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate." - Carrie Bradshaw
I walk past the main reception and into a more secluded part of the admission building, entering the wide spaced area featuring two glass double doors that are to lead me away from admin resources and closer to the headmistress' personal unit. I am well aware of my lack of punctuality when I reach the woman sat at her desk top, I suppose her to be the secretary as she looks up and smiles at me.
"I'm laurel," I say, "I think headmistress Eliza is expecting me?" I ask unsurely gesturing to the office not more than a few feet ahead. I remember having previously been in this general area before due to Wyatt's uncanny attempts at spoiling my assessment morning. The secretary racks through various papers on her table before finally
