Searching For Rebecca

Chapter 27: What is the actual point in being alive?!

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CHAPTER 27: WHAT IS THE ACTUAL POINT IN BEING ALIVE?!

Unfortunately there are some problems in your life you just have to face. My failing grades, appeared was one of them. Looking back, whether or not it had been a good idea to sprint after my parents to see just what the hell they thought they were doing here was a debatable decision on my part.

But naturally it was the one I chose.

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After standing, utterly bamboozled against the wall of the cafeteria I began to panic. What the hell? Why were they here? Had something terrible happened? Had someone actually died?

So, like the weirdo I was, I somewhat forgot how to be socially cool and ran after my parents. Yep, literally ran.

I caught up with them just as they were entering block B, where the principal’s office was situated. I mean, what could I have done that would cause this sort of reaction?

‘Mom!’ I called out, dodging a freshman couple, swinging from each other’s hands.

She blinked slightly when she saw me and then frowned, ‘we’ve had a call from the school, they want to see us in the principal’s office. Any ideas why?’

I was just shaking my head when Principal Farley exited his office with a look of calm authority etched on his face.

‘Ah Rebecca, I wasn’t expecting you as well, but since you’re here I suppose you’d better come in.’ He isn’t smiling, my heart rate increases with nerves.

Inside his office I end up perched in between my parents on the leather couch. The principal sits opposite looking stony, a black file clutched in his hand. I decide I don't like him anymore – pretentious asshole.

‘I'm sorry to call you in like this Mr. And Mrs Jackson, but before the problem worsens I’d really like to discuss something with you regarding Rebecca.’

I notice how he doesn’t call me Bex and frown slightly, what in god’s name have I done?!

‘that's perfectly alright,’ my mother gushes, flicking her hair, ‘it’s no trouble at all.’

I almost vomit; I know she would have had to take time out for this meeting so why is she being so nauseous? My dad looks utterly perplexed. In all my school history I’ve never been called to the principal’s office let alone my parents.

Mr. Farley smiles, ‘thank you. So down to business.’ He opens the black file and we wait with baited breath. Okay I'm totally being sarcastic. ‘Okay, what I wanted to talk to you about is Rebecca’s grades.’

I freeze; I can’t be doing that badly, can I? When I’d told Marc I was failing I’d meant Bs and Cs. To a straight A student there wasn’t really a difference.