Students watched in astonishment as the principal practically hovered around Azzy, guiding him from one place to another, as if treating him like royalty.
The principal's mannerisms were almost exaggerated—too perfect, too warm, too eager.
"Mr. Rael, your schedule for today has been adjusted to accommodate all your needs. Allow me to accompany you to your first class," he said, his voice laced with enthusiasm, his hands clasped in a respectful gesture.
Azzy's expression darkened.
"I don't need a tour guide," Azzy muttered, his voice low but firm. "I'm fine on my own."
The principal's smile faltered for just a second but quickly recovered. He gave an eager nod and followed Azzy step by step, practically hovering at his side. It was like Azzy couldn't shake him off.
After a few minutes of this, Azzy's patience finally snapped. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, turning to face the principal with a sharp, annoyed look.
