NAME:  Penelope Archer<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  Student<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Morning (1<sup>st</sup>period)<br/>LOCATION:  Front Office<br/>TAGGING:  Aaron Shaw<br/><br/>As the speaker crackled to life, Pen's eyes came up and she practically jumped out of her seat as the voice spoke her name.  ...What had she done?  It was black-melty-fire boy that had disintegrated the chalkboard!!!  Paranoid and worried, and right on the edge of blind fear, she frowned and packed up her journal and pen, standing from her desk with her bag.  She glanced at the instructor, who had yet to say anything and appeared to be in some sort of shock (she couldn't blame him), then turned and moved around the desk, heading out into the hallway.<br/>She paused just outside the classroom and let out a slow, steady breath.  ...It was okay.  This was probably an everyday occurrence here.  At least no one was hurt, right?  She nodded to herself, then turned, heading down the corridors toward the front office, pondering why she had been called.  It was an odd thing, wasn't it?  To be called out of class on the first day of school?  She wondered if perhaps she'd actually done something...or maybe it was a random student evaluation of some sort.  Some schools did that, she was pretty sure.  Particularly boarding schools.  Called students to a counselor's office to evaluate their mental state and make sure they weren't full of murderous pent up aggression that could wind up with others being harmed....<br/>Relaxing a bit more, she reached the office and walked in, stepping up to the desk.  Looking at the office lady who was busy with some sort of paperwork, her hand moved down over the strap of her messenger bag.  "I was called to the Dean's office?" she spoke.  Without looking up, the woman hooked a thumb up, pointing to the right.  Pen's eyes followed and she moved to the door there, knocking at a moderate volume and awaiting a call to come in, or for the door to open.