Hannah POV
I finished cleaning out my locker. I never realized how much crap lockers could hold in that tiny space, but whatever. I picked up the slightly heavy box (I luckily found it in my locker). I trudged to the deans office.
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I bit the inside of my mouth as he came out, finishing a phone call. Probably childcare services.
"Hannah... You are going home for the day, Tomorrow childcare services will come to get you."
Yep, childcare services. I wanted to growl. Instead I just grabbed a piece of paper on his desk.
"What will happen to all my stuff?" I wrote.
"That'll go to goodwill.." He said as if I was 5 years old and incompetent.
I gripped the pencil, My knuckles turned white as snow. I clenched my teeth, they felt like they were gonna crack into little pieces like a brittle vase at your grandmother's house.
He coughed to try to break the awkward moment.
"I'm.... I'm going to drive you home..."
I accepted even though I was started to hate his guts.
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I opened the door. The smell of fresh baked cookies hit my nose.
Wait, Fresh baked cookies?
I stepped into the kitchen. My gut lurched. I dropped my box, My mouth agape. I thought he died.
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Cliffhanger like, yes.
(Also im very sorry about this crappy chapter)
-Hiroshi
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