Mrs Corrans assistant Ms George or as I like to call her, personal slave, calls me into her room, Mrs Corrans staring at me, she doesn't look happy
"Amelia, take a seat" Mrs Corran points towards the chair opposite her, next to my mum.
I walk slowly as I approach my assigned seat, baby steps I tell myself
I sit down next to my mum, avoiding eye contact due to my mothers constant disappointment
"Sit up straight " She waves her fingers upwards, I follow along as my posture from slouching turns into a old persons dream, an upright spine
Normally I wouldn't listen to her, I'm not scared of her, but my mum - that's another story.
Mrs Corran hands me a light blue sheet of paper with the worst handwriting ever,
"Now tell me Amelia, is what Elizabeth said true?" She stares at me,
It's like watching her pupils dilate because that's how strong of a fixed gaze it is
I cringe at the sheet, it's like an essay on witness statements, more like direct hatemail
"No? This is pure exaggeration" I reply with a subtle tone, trying to not waste my energy on her, peasant
"Amelia, I can't elucidate on how much of an amazing liar you are"
"Liar?" Suddenly the pitch of my voice has increased as my eyes and nose crinkles, I scowl at her
"How dare you throw something towards a student's face" She replies, reacting with the same tone
"Something serious could have happened to Ms Burrows!"
"It was a fucking loom band" I reply with absolute rage, how dare she say that?
"Amelia!"
My mothers contrubution to this conversation finally settles in, she turns to me with wide eyes
"I am sorry Ms Richards, I will have to exclude Amelia, as headteacher of St. Micheals, I will not tolerate such behaviour that risks the safety of our students" She tries to say it in the politest way, but she's fuming, I mean she clearly looks like she wants to stab me with a fork, or even worse a pitchfork.
Mum let's out a huge sigh,
"Is there anything I can do to let Amelia stay" She's got that desperate look for me to stay, she knows I hate it here. Why would she say that?
I rub my fingers against each other, causing thin layers of sweat at the palm of my hand.
Mrs Corran stands up, throwing her pale hands out to my mother,
"I'm sorry Ms Richards, you will have to allocate Amelia to another school, maybe try counselling?" She grins
"Excuse me?" Mum rises up from her chair, she looks angry, embarrassed, things she tells me I cause her to feel on a regular basis
"Possibly family counselling?" Trying to be sympathetic I see
Mum grabs my hand and pulls me out the door
"Goodbye Amelia!" She has the most happiest smirk ever, before I leave I bite and flick my thumb, I learnt it in English, it's Shakespeare's way of saying, fuck you.
