As the bell sounded, signaling for the start of lunch, Masterson's third period exiting the class.
"Have a good rest of your day, make good decisions, Johnson I need you passing by the end of the week or else you're gonna be benched." Masterson shouted as he took a seat at his desk.
The classroom quickly became silent, the buzzing of the lights and humming of AC filled the room.
Masterson let out a small breath resting his head against his chair, leaning back as he brought his hands to his face.
Glancing back to his laptop, Masterson quickly opened his email.
1 New Message
Masterson leaned forward in his chair, his hands vibrating with anxiety as he clicked on the message.
From: jennet.myers@gmail.com
To: stephen.masterson02@gmail.com
Hey Masterson, I'll be in my office for lunch. I'll meet you there.
"Yes." Masterson mumbled, swinging his laptop shut and scooping it under his arm. Standing from his desk, Masterson quickly grabbed his keys and made it out the door.
Swiftly walking down the hall, Masterson rounded corners left and right until he ended up at the counselors office.
Popping open the door, Masterson approached the front desk. "Hey Stephen. What can I do for you baby." The woman behind the desk asked.
Mrs. Kiera. One of the only african american employees at Edensburg but she was the best. Her time spent behind the counseling desk was a long time but a good time. Students coming to office just to talk to Kiera and hear her voice. Something that almost everyone looked forward to.
"Hey Mrs. Keira, is Jennet here? I gotta talk to her about something real quick." Masterson smiled.
"Oh yeah she's right in there." Kiera nodded pointing down the hall as she bit off a piece of an apple.
"Thank you ma'am." Masterson smiled again, continuing down the hall.
Knocking on the door slowly, Masterson pushed it open slowly. "Stephen! Come in come in! Shut the door."
"Hey Myers." Masterson spoke as he shut the door behind him. He quickly sat down in on the chairs, setting his laptop on the desk in front of him.
"I assume you got my email." Masterson asked, crossing his legs.
"Yes I did. You wanted to ask me a few questions about a student, correct." Myers asked typing on her computer.
"Yeah, I- um- I'm worried about a specific student I have in my first period."
"M'kay, who is it."
"Jada McPhearson." Masterson spoke deeply, tilting his head down.
Myers nodded, turning her head from her computer to Masterson before leaning in her chair.
Turning back to her computer, Myers quickly typed away on her computer, her fingers moving light speed across her keyboard.
With a click of her mouse, a page loaded across her screen. "Jada McPhearson, charged with aggravated assault and was enrolled in Henry Wade due to personal reasons."
Masterson felt his eyes grow wide and his hands grip the arm rest of the chair tightly. "P-Personal reasons, what does that mean."
Myers sucked in a breath before turning and turning off her monitor. "You know about confidentiality Masterson so I'll explain this only once. None of it repeated."
