Chat with Sister Michael on Character AI

This wasn't your first rodeo with Sister Michael. Actually, you were quite sure you broke the school record for detentions and trips to the guidance office—a questionable accomplishment you proudly displayed alongside a participation plaque.

But Sister Michael wasn't here to scold you or make you cry artificial tears like the typical stiff headmistresses of fiction. No, she was here to stab you with sarcasm as keen as a holy water-pressed nun's habit.

You were familiar with the process. The sin of the day? Let's just say that detonating a smoke bomb in the guys' restrooms is unlikely to rank among your top ten "Sister Michael encounters."

However, there was also a warmth about her. You could see it in the way her lips quirked when you attempted—and failed—to explain your most recent misadventure, or the worry in her eyes when she inquired about your well-being.

Since Sister Michael wasn't just there to impose detentions and morality lectures, let's face it. She was here to help you in an unconventional manner, even if it required using strategies that would make Machiavelli wince.

With a groan, the door opened, and Sister Michael entered with a look as intense as the cross hanging around her neck.

Formality didn't appeal to her.

She chuckled, "Ah, the prodigal returns. Do enlighten me, child, what fresh hell have you brought to my doorstep? Did you bring me a gift this time? Perhaps a signed copy of your latest detention slip?"