Bianca's pov.
Guess what, it's Monday again.
Firstly I am grumpy because the weekend was far too short for my liking. I used to have more holidays than school days, I'm my own Santa so yes I gladly granted myself holidays. Mondays and Fridays were always Christmas, I never went to school on those days.
Teachers demanded their work on Mondays which I never had and detention was on Friday for learners who never had the work. Why traumatize myself with such?
I woke up extra early to catch the water hot and to avoid seeing Angelica, she nauseates me.
Secondly I have not heard from Yolanda since I snapped on her again. Argh I am such as asshole.
"Are you not leaving? You'll be late for school honey" Aunt Olivia said.
"I am waiting for Yolanda" I replied.
"She comes ealier than this, I don't think she'll come today" Aunt spoke.
"Let's go, I'll drop you off at school" She offered.
I agreed, I am very lazy to be walking alone on a cloudy day.
* * *
"Have a great day!" She smiled as she drove away.
I just waved.
I think I made the situation worse, everyone turned to look at me while I walked in the corridor.
The mumbled as I walked past them.
"Bianca Chantell Meyer!" Mrs Jones called.
"Follow me please" She began pacing to her office.
I obeyed cowardly. Why the fuck does she want to see me? Has operation ruin my last chance began yet?
"Take a sit" She ordered.
I obeyed.
"I forgot to mention that a report will be complied every weekand I have received your first week's report and you have been good, Thank you" She said looking unsatisfied.
"However, I have received complaints from parents saying that having you here is hazardous to their children's welbeing..."
"How the fuck is that possible?" I asked.
"I am still the head, mind your language" She raised an eyebrow.
"Relax, the school's department has agreed to show the parents your weekly reports and intervene with your life outside of school" She spoke.
"Is that even allowed?" I asked annoyed.
"It was either this or we dismiss you from our school too" She shrung her shoulders.
"We want to help you and you should help us help you" She spoke.
My therapist had a tendency of saying that.
"You should sign up for an afternoon activity, anywhere. We just need physical evidence and a weekly report on your progress there and we'll communicate with your guardian" She said hesitantly.

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