Chapter 5
Dear Leann Winters,
You have been invited to attend a very special meeting with the principal. Please meet me right in front of the school at 7:30 pm tomorrow.
What? Just the minute I finished the note I received a phone call. I didn't see the caller I.D expecting it to be my mother.
"Hello?" I answered the phone. I heard many crashes and screams.
"Hello? Mom?" I answered again.
Then I heard complete silence.
The, a voice replied "You can't go to school tomorrow, I'm warning you," I heard another crash.
"Stop it!" the person on the phone roared.
I got scared and ended the call.
What the hell is going on?
Do I go to the meeting or not?
I mean it's just the principle right?
Nothing bad can happen?
I got another call, this time from my mom.
"Hello? Leann? I'm outside. I came to pick you up. I know you're at Starbucks."
"How did you...?" I responded quizzically.
"You're my daughter plus, the only place you would go after school is Starbucks."
"Really?" I asked astonished.
I was walking towards the exit.
I saw my mom.
Then someone stopped me.
"Excuse me miss," a lady said.
"Yes?" I replied.
'You better not go to the meeting," She threatened me and whispered "If you know what's good for you."
She let go of my arm and went in the store.
I entered the car, "Step on it." I said a little out of breath.'
"Are you okay?" She asked me.
"Yeah you said we had to go to the airport?"
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We had to pick up a family friend.
I'm pretty bored.
After about 30 minutes we had to drop them off another friend's house and we actually stopped to eat dinner.
At least I get something out of this.
I got another phone call.
I went outside to the porch.
"Hello..?"
"There is a boy at your party." The voice said, this wasn't even a party.
It was deep but sounded fake.
"There are lots of boys," I replied annoyed.
"No, but there is one in particular."
"Goodbye." I ended the phone call.
I'm so done. I'm going to go to that meeting no matter what.
I don't understand what's so bad.
What did I do?
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