Tuesday-Feburary 20th-3:08pm
So now I'm at home.
The vice principal called my parents up to the school to talk with the conselour. The drug test cleared (obviously), and my parents took me home.
The ride back was silent. The tension was thick in the air. I think I felt it seeping into my lungs at one point. Weird, huh?
When I got home it was only 11:26 so I took a nap. I woke up at 2:00, against my will; my parents were knocking on my door.
They said they had to 'have a talk with me'.
Great...
I'll write about it tomorrow.
Much love,
〰Ann
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