I walked back to the office and this time I wasn't relieved because instead of the room being empty, it was full; with me included. We sat in the comfortable chairs and he asked me, "Why did you cut class on Wednesday?"
"I was following my friends and they led me to sneaking out to a restaurant. Now I get in trouble."
"Well, it is your fault for following them," he said. My cheeks slowly reddened and a tear slipped out of my eye. "There is nothing to cry about here. I'll give you one more chance, you tell your parents, and it's over. Unless you repeat it, then we get 'moving to another school' involved." he demanded.
"Ok," I said dolefully. I walked out of that office with the saddest face ever.
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The Life of a 6th Grader
General FictionLily is in 6th grade at Mark Twain. It's only the second month of school, and she had to go The Dean's office already. Also, she's getting really bad grades except in her talent, Art. How will she survive in the crazy, humongous world of middle scho...
