call slip to our English teacher.
“ Meg, get your things together. This is for you,” she says, peering at me through her reading glasses.
I glance at Steph and Eric, shrugging.
After shoving my binder in my bag, I get the slip and take a look.
On my way out, I mouth the words “Mrs. Flores” to Steph. Her eyes widen and my heart beats a little faster.
There’s only one reason I’d be on my way to see our conflict resolution counselor. Someone spilled the beans. Immediately, I tug on my shirt and bring my hair forward, trying to fluff it up a bit so my neck doesn’t show.
If Amy’s in her office, I won’t be surprised. I’m going to see her next period anyway. May as well get it over with.
I step into the doorway of Mrs. Flores’s newly decorated office. She has a lot more photos on her desk than I remembered. And now, she has dozens of college pennants posted on her wall.
“ Hey, Megan, come on in,” she says.
I get closer to the banners, scanning them from the ceiling to the floor, and wonder if she’s visited all of these college campuses. “Hi, Mrs. Flores. This looks cool,” I tell her, gesturing to the wall. “Have you been to all of these places?”
She smiles. “Most of them. But some I got from students who came by to visit me after graduation. Those are the most special.”
“ When I decide where I want to go to school, I’m going to bring in my college flag for you.”
She smiles again, and this time her eyes soften. “I’d be honored to have your university represented in my office.” I can sense the sincerity in her voice. I really like her. I just wish I wasn’t called to her office. I’d much rather just stop by to say hello every once and a while.
“ So what’s up? Did you miss me or what?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
“ Take a seat, Megan.” Uh oh. Why does it always feel like I’m about to get scolded when I hear my whole name?
“ Okay.” I sit across from her in the cushy brown chair. “What happened?”
She folds her hands together, interlocks her fingers and leans forward to look me straight in the eye. I stare back. “I heard about you and Amy getting into a fist fight this weekend.”
“ That’s not true,” I exclaim. Well, not technically. Our fists never hit each other. It was more like a good hair pulling. And not even that. I actually only pulled on synthetic hair. It wasn’t even real, so it shouldn’t count.
“ I beg to differ,” she says. “I’m fully aware of the fight that took place.”
“ So am I in trouble or something?” I ask. This is so not good.
She raises a brow at me. “No. Both you and Amy are refusing to talk. And the incident didn’t take place at school or at a school function, so there’s not much I can do. But I thought you two would have patched things up by now. Or at the very least be able to tolerate each other. Maybe it’s necessary for us to have some more sessions. I don’t want to hear of something like this happening again.”
“ Oh, you won’t. And I really don’t mind coming in to chat with you, but I think it’s time you realize Amy and I will never be friends. I don’t have any interest in coming to conflict resolution meetings with her. I know my parents would back me up on that too.” I’m confident that if it comes down to it, they will.
“ Fair enough. I’ll be calling you in from time to time just to check on you,” she tells me with a smile.
“ Sounds good. Can I go now?” I’m done talking about Amy.
She signs my pass and hands it to me. I’m almost out of her office when she says, “Did you at least win?” Ha. I knew she didn’t like Amy. I don’t say anything, but my smile says it all.
“ Hey, Meg, what happened?” I hear my name coming from somewhere. I scan the empty quad and spot Travis. We start walking toward each other and when I reach him, he hugs me. “Are you in trouble?” I rest my hands on his hips and look up at his concerned eyes.
“ No.
“ Meg, get your things together. This is for you,” she says, peering at me through her reading glasses.
I glance at Steph and Eric, shrugging.
After shoving my binder in my bag, I get the slip and take a look.
On my way out, I mouth the words “Mrs. Flores” to Steph. Her eyes widen and my heart beats a little faster.
There’s only one reason I’d be on my way to see our conflict resolution counselor. Someone spilled the beans. Immediately, I tug on my shirt and bring my hair forward, trying to fluff it up a bit so my neck doesn’t show.
If Amy’s in her office, I won’t be surprised. I’m going to see her next period anyway. May as well get it over with.
I step into the doorway of Mrs. Flores’s newly decorated office. She has a lot more photos on her desk than I remembered. And now, she has dozens of college pennants posted on her wall.
“ Hey, Megan, come on in,” she says.
I get closer to the banners, scanning them from the ceiling to the floor, and wonder if she’s visited all of these college campuses. “Hi, Mrs. Flores. This looks cool,” I tell her, gesturing to the wall. “Have you been to all of these places?”
She smiles. “Most of them. But some I got from students who came by to visit me after graduation. Those are the most special.”
“ When I decide where I want to go to school, I’m going to bring in my college flag for you.”
She smiles again, and this time her eyes soften. “I’d be honored to have your university represented in my office.” I can sense the sincerity in her voice. I really like her. I just wish I wasn’t called to her office. I’d much rather just stop by to say hello every once and a while.
“ So what’s up? Did you miss me or what?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
“ Take a seat, Megan.” Uh oh. Why does it always feel like I’m about to get scolded when I hear my whole name?
“ Okay.” I sit across from her in the cushy brown chair. “What happened?”
She folds her hands together, interlocks her fingers and leans forward to look me straight in the eye. I stare back. “I heard about you and Amy getting into a fist fight this weekend.”
“ That’s not true,” I exclaim. Well, not technically. Our fists never hit each other. It was more like a good hair pulling. And not even that. I actually only pulled on synthetic hair. It wasn’t even real, so it shouldn’t count.
“ I beg to differ,” she says. “I’m fully aware of the fight that took place.”
“ So am I in trouble or something?” I ask. This is so not good.
She raises a brow at me. “No. Both you and Amy are refusing to talk. And the incident didn’t take place at school or at a school function, so there’s not much I can do. But I thought you two would have patched things up by now. Or at the very least be able to tolerate each other. Maybe it’s necessary for us to have some more sessions. I don’t want to hear of something like this happening again.”
“ Oh, you won’t. And I really don’t mind coming in to chat with you, but I think it’s time you realize Amy and I will never be friends. I don’t have any interest in coming to conflict resolution meetings with her. I know my parents would back me up on that too.” I’m confident that if it comes down to it, they will.
“ Fair enough. I’ll be calling you in from time to time just to check on you,” she tells me with a smile.
“ Sounds good. Can I go now?” I’m done talking about Amy.
She signs my pass and hands it to me. I’m almost out of her office when she says, “Did you at least win?” Ha. I knew she didn’t like Amy. I don’t say anything, but my smile says it all.
“ Hey, Meg, what happened?” I hear my name coming from somewhere. I scan the empty quad and spot Travis. We start walking toward each other and when I reach him, he hugs me. “Are you in trouble?” I rest my hands on his hips and look up at his concerned eyes.
“ No.
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