CHAPTER 30 THE BREAD AND BUTTER OF ALL VALEDICTORIANS
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IT had become more apparent to Margo that graduation was quickly approaching. Two months from now, she would be walking across a stage, clutching a tight, scrolled-up degree in her hands. The principal would congratulate them all. She would be tipping her cap up and throwing it in the air. Margo would look behind her, spotting her aunt and loved ones in the crowd, as well as Jacob.
Margo smiled at the possible future as she walked down the halls on an early Wednesday morning. She thought of Jacob smiling and cheering from the crowds at graduation, but the inevitability of the ceremony finally hit her, and she wasn't happy anymore. Margo unlocked her locker as she remembered that she still needed to talk about Jacob about college.
The imprinting made everything so complicated. Margo was willing to go long-distance with him, and she wasn't mistrusting of him in the slightest. It was just the imprinting in general. To know that she had to leave her apparent "soul mate" for four years tugged at her heart strings. And what was she to do about the pain thing? Emily always reiterated that staying away from Jacob was painful, so what would happen when Margo was millions of miles away in California by September?
Just the thought of this made her brain hurt, and Margo found herself hitting her forehead against her locker.
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Margo felt the bruise form on her forehead in English class. She sighed, rubbing at the spot that she continuously banged her forehead into. Her head throbbed with each painful step. The only way for her to get through mental pain was just to enact something physical.
Her teacher was currently explaining the underlying themes in Jane Eyre. Margo's hand scribbled across the paper at a fast speed. She tried to bullet point every statement her teacher made, and her quick writing skills usually made this easy, but something about her throbbing head caused difficulty. Or maybe it was because she didn't like Charlotte Brontë. She wasn't big on the classic romances, because she thought them to be boring.
Margo released a heavy sigh as the school phone obnoxiously rang. Most of the students' heads popped up, but Margo kept her eyes firmly on her notebook page. Her teacher approached the phone on her desk and picked it up, greeting, "Hello?" Margo scribbled down her instructor's remaining words as the teacher continued to speak, "You want to see her right now? She's in class, learning something very important ... Fine. I guess that's more important."
The phone slammed down on its speaker, and Margo felt the presence of someone in front of her. She saw a pair of frumpy, nude heels in front of her desk, and she cautiously looked up to the sagging eyes of her teacher. "Margo Richards," her teacher spoke in a bored tone, "you're wanted in the principal's office."
The class immediately erupted in a childish, "OOOOOOOOH!" Margo whipped her head around as she gathered her belongings, sending each student a glare. She scoffed before swinging her bag over her back.
