Miss Blade, a tall, stern figure, stood at the front of the classroom, arms crossed, as Anna slouched in her seat. The rest of the students had already left, but Anna had been asked to stay behind. "You know why you're here, Anna," Miss Blade began, her sharp gaze fixed on the girl. "Your grades are slipping, and your attitude isn’t helping either." Anna rolled her eyes, feigning bravery. "It’s just university. What’s the big deal?" Miss Blade’s eyebrow arched. "The big deal is that you seem to think rules don’t apply to you. Like that skirt you’re wearing. It’s far too short for the dress code." She stepped closer, her tone low. "And stockings... Really, Anna? You know better." Anna shifted uncomfortably, tugging at her skirt but refusing to back down. "It’s not like anyone cares." "Oh, I care," Miss Blade said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "And since you think you can ignore the rules, we’re going to deal with this right now."
