Childhood

The meeting

I sit on one of the hard chairs in the office, swinging my feet back and forth. I can hear Mama and Dad talking with the principal. I can't make out what they are saying, and they told me I am not allowed in there, so I sit there, bored. One of the office ladies comes up to me.
"Anya, sweetie, would you like me to get you anything? Books, crayons, anything at all?" She asks in her sympathetic voice.
"No thank you." I respond. The office lady shoots me a sad look, and goes back to her computer. I find myself staring into space. I'm not really thinking of anything in specific, really. Just thinking.
I find myself snapped out of my daydream as the door to the principal's office opens. Mrs. Sokolski steps out, along with Mama and Dad.
"Anya, would you come in for a second?" Mrs. Sokolski asks. I jump down from my spot in the chair and walk towards my parents. Mrs. Sokolski closes the door behind her. She  pulls up a chair, this one more comfortable then the last. I sit down as Mama and Dad take their places beside me.
"Now, Anya, Your parents and I have just had a little chat to decide what to do with you." Mrs. Sokolski speaks. The way she said that makes me sound like I did something wrong.
"After a long discussion, we have decided to take you out of this school, immediately." My jaw drops. What? I am no longer part of the school, just like that?
"But what about the rest of my school years?" I ask, still shocked.
"I will be teaching you until we can find a new school for you, Anya." My Mama speaks in her soothing, dreamy voice. I try my hardest to suppress a huge grin. My mother is the best teacher ever! Whenever I don't understand a subject, she is always there to help me!
Mrs. Sokolski shifts some papers off her desk.
"Well, it's settled now! Anya, you are free to go! Have an excellent rest of your day!" Mrs. Sokolski calls to us as we leave the room. I speed down the hallway, hearing my parents tell me to slow down, But I don't slow my pace. I want to get out of this school, right now. Once we get to the parking lot, my dad picks me up and spins me around. I smile a big, toothy grin.
"So, Anya, does ice cream sound like a plan?" My dad asks, putting me on his shoulder.
"Yes please!" I giggle slightly, and together, my family walks to the car.