The school was as hot as a steamer, but the principal’s office was freezing cold.
Curious, I pushed open the door, and a wave of icy air hit me, making me shiver.
A strange bronze door knocker sat on the principal’s desk, engraved with the word “Adjust.”
I couldn’t resist turning it, and in an instant, heavy snow began falling outside the window.
An urgent news alert popped up on my phone: “Global temperatures plunge. Experts say the Ice Age has arrived without warning!”
I froze in place as I heard the academic affairs director bellow from the hallway, “Who touched the principal’s package!”
