Please, don't go

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Mr. Jones stared at Asher, surprise etched into his features. He had no idea where this was coming from. The Asher he knew wouldn't just walk into his office and calmly request to leave the school.

He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat. At first, he thought it was one of Asher's numerous pranks, but this was far from it because he looked serious. He sighed and looked at Asher, who had a plain expression on his face.

“Why do you want to leave the school?” He asked and Asher scoffed.

“Don't tell me you have no idea what has been going on in the school. Don't tell me you haven't heard what the students are saying and the latest news.” He looked at Mr. Jones with his hands folded. He wondered what kind of school head would have no idea about what was going on in the school he was supposed to look after.

Mr. Jones sighed. Of course, he heard everything they said, but he knew Asher too well. Things like that didn't bother him, and he tended to overlook them, but why was this par