Braces and Glasses (Book 2)

Chapter 7

Taylor Shanta Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson

It all makes sense now.

Those were the thoughts that we're flowing in my mind on the way to the principle's office.

I stopped at my locker to get the picture of my mom, dad, Tyler and me. I slipped the picture in my back pocket and closed my locker. I stood there with my head on my locker and thought about how much trouble I'm about to be in and I began to silently cry from frustration. I just wanna sleep. And be with Troy. That's all I want in my life.

I lifted my head about thirty seconds later and turned around and saw Troy.

"Hey.. What happened?"

"I'm about to get suspended." I inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Got in a fight with Carla."

He made that "girl, quit lyin" face. But when he saw my "nigga, I'm forreal" face he realized I was being serious.

"I'm so tired of her BS. She always has something uncalled for to say. So I just swung on her. I have to go to the principle's office so I'll call you when I get home. I also have something important to tell you."

"Okay." He flashed a smile. "I'll see you later."

"Bye." and I continued towards the principle's office.

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"Take a seat, Miss Taylor," Mr. Bennett said as I entered the room.

It was a spacey room with bookshelves full of Lego creations and pictures in their frames. The desk had one of those spin chair thingies behind it and two normal school chairs in front of it.

When I walked in, I noticed Carla sitting in the seat on the right with an ice pack on her left cheek. I was DYING on the inside. It was pretty funny knowing that the person who thinks they're so big and bad just got they behind beat. By me.

I took the seat on the left. When I sat down it felt really comfortable. It was so comfortable that I didn't even care about getting in trouble anymore. I just wanted to go to sleep.

Miss Carla, could you please step outside for a minute so I can talk to Taylor? I've gotten your side of the story."

Carla got up and walked out.

He nodded at me to start talking about what happened.

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Long story short: I'm suspended for the rest of the week and next Monday and Tuesday. Why? Because Carla told some stupid lie about how she always helps me out and is always nice and kind to me.

*Shoots Self*

But my mom isn't mad at me or anything. She said it was just a small fight and she deserved it because she's bad person and so on and so forth.

It was lunch hour when I got out of the principle's office and I knew Mrs. Wilson doesn't have a class this hour. My mom is out of town so her sister is picking me up. She won't be here until in about 20 minutes. I guess I'll go talk to Mrs. Wilson and get some answers.

When I walked in the door was wide open and I saw Mrs. Wilson at her desk grading papers. I took the picture out of my pocket and put it out on her desk.

I watched as she slowly stopped scribbling on the papers. She put her pen down. She sighed deeply.

"Can you explain the story to me. I don't understand." I looked her in her eyes as she looked up to me.