The school was as hot as a steamer, but the principal's office was air-conditioned.
I pushed the door open curiously, only to feel a blast of cold air blowing in my face, making me shiver from the cold.
There is a strange bronze door knocker on the principal's desk, with "Adjustment" engraved on it.
I twisted my hand a little, and a heavy amount of snow suddenly fell outside the window.
Emergency news pops up on the phone: "Global temperatures are plummeting, and experts say the Ice Age is coming without warning!"
I froze in place and heard the dean's roar coming from the corridor: "Who touched the principal's package!"
