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❝𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉.❞

| February 10th, 1956 |

Ms. Mulert and Ms. George! Come to my office immediately," A voice yelled, cutting the tension.

"See you later, Richard," Charlotte winked before heading towards the voice.

The injured high-schooler paced towards the voice, most likely belonging to the Dean or other administrator working for the school with a significant status. Charlotte followed with a smirk plastered onto her face and her hands in her pockets. 

They entered the unfamiliar room and studied their surroundings. Many framed pictures of children were hung on the white walls and several awards were also hung with them. In the left corner to the back of the small room sat a large desk, making the room seem smaller. A desk lamp illuminated a stack of papers on the wooden surface. There were two leather chairs in front of the desks, which she assumed was a place to have conferences amongst students and their parents. A woman stood in the middle of the room with a forced smile on her face. It appears she didn't want to be there any more than Charlotte and the other girl. The woman gestured to the chairs, inviting the two girls to sit down. 

"Please sit," The woman, and according to her name tag pinned to her left breast, Ms. Willis, requested. 

"Yes ma'am," The girl played the victim card and sat down, crossing her legs.  

Charlotte just simply sat down and lifted her left ankle to rest on her knee. 

"That's no way for a lady to sit, you are also not supposed to be wearing boys' shorts!" Ms. Willis rebuked her, sitting on the other side of the desk in her expensive-looking chair. She laced her fingers together and rested them on the desk. 

Charlotte was wearing the boys' uniform shorts her older brother lent her. They traveled to her knees and the fabric was a light brown, coffee color. 

"Why not Ms. Willis? Though I am a bit baltic, I believe it is only right to be able to wear these shorts. The academy has the heat cranked up and it gets pretty sweaty in those classrooms." Charlotte argued; a tactic she inherited from her older brother.

"Girls are supposed to be wearing dresses or skirts, not clothes of a boy," The woman ignored her complaints about the temperature.

"Can we get to the point ere'?" The injured girl impatiently asked, grimacing at their conversation.

"Why yes, of course, Ms. Mulert, we are not supposed to be putting our hands on another student," 

"If I may, she bumped into my friend on purpose, don't you think that calls for a bit of reprimanding on her part?" Charlotte negotiated.

"No, because I didn't see it happen, what I saw, is you hurt Ms. George," Ms. Willis grabbed a handful of tissues off her desk and gave it to the girl. "It's you, who has some explaining"

"Well, Ms. Willis, with all due respect, just because you didn't witness it, does not mean it never happened," Charlotte inquired, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling victorious.

"Your elder brother is Carter Mulert, right?"

"Yes,"

"He was also a troublemaker, I see where you get it from,"

"Hey, he taught me to defend myself," Charlotte argued, becoming defensive.

"But you didn't need to defend yourself in this position," Ms. Willis's patience was decreasing rapidly.