Sitting in the reception office waiting for Principle.Chryser to tell me when to enter.Had I gone too far? Was I bad now? stupid thoughts flowed through my brain like the tube station on a busy Monday morning.
I was brought back to my senses as a tall fair olive woman called for me
''Ms.Gorge you can come in now ''
I followed the lady to the end of the waiting hall, that walk seemed to have
gone on forever.We stopped at a hazel door with the title 'Principle.Chryser' hung up upon it.
The lady knocked on the door, each knock resembled my heartbeat,fast and frightening.A small bald chubby man came to the door.
''Here she is sir'' While the lady spoke I realsised her gaze did not meet his but kept avoiding it ,as if terrified of the small man in front of her.
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The Quiet Girls (On hold)
Teen FictionEverley Gorge is a 15 year old struggling through her third year in high school. Being un-noticed and unseen she has deleted the thought of ever being noticed from her mind. Where ever she is whether at home or school,she is always misunderstood. W...
