Ginny's POV
I sat in the schools office awaiting the principal. I fiddled with my jacket's zipper trying to act patient, but coming across as bored. I probably looked like I was totally calm and collected, and that's because I was. After about twenty minutes I was about to ask Miss Rolfe if she knew when the principal was going to be there, but I heard a door shut.
"Miss Maxwell?"
I looked up at the direction of where the voice is coming from, and nodded.
"Yes?"
"Could you and Miss Rolfe follow me to my office, so we can talk in private, please?"
I stood up. "Yes sir, Mr. Heath."
"Ginny, follow him I'm going to stay here and let you work things out on your own."
I frowned, but I understood what she was doing, giving me a chance to prove that I can do things on my own.
"Yes mam, thank you." I tapped my way to Mr. Heath's office, and find a chair, and sit down. I listen carefully, and imagine what his office looks like, there must be at least two clocks, I can hear them both.
I hate sitting still it is the absolute worst, especially when I know that I'm about to get a lecture, and something told me I was in for it.
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In My Blind Eyes
Teen FictionA 15 year-old girl named Ginny struggles through life scarred by memories of a terrible fire. She is told that she can't play piano again, she's at a new school, and to top it all off she's blind. She will meet new challenges, as well as new people.
