“Why the hell did I do that?” Stated Abby sitting in the principals office.
It had been a long day and hot day, it it seemed to go on forever in the eyes of the ninth grader. Fighting had never been her forte and it never crossed her mind that she would get into one in her first week of school. But people seem to be much more sensitive in the 103 degree New England weather.
She had always heard stories about how the high school was probably the worst in the nation but it wasn't her decision, she lived in Central Falls and that was the only school to go to. She figured she might as well make the best of it, and get through the four years as fast as she can. Although now this wasn’t the case, she was primary target numero uno, getting into a full fledge fist fight with the toughest girl in the school. The words that came from the contorted and snarling mouth of Amanda still rang through her ears.
“You’re dead you hear me.” Knowing not to take these words lightly.
“Why me...” As she looks around the room for a friendly face.
The sound of footsteps come from down the hallway, where she heard the sound of her mother and Principle Henry’s lack of dialog. Abby’s stomach dropped instantaneously. Feelings of disappointment, fear, anxiousness, and despair all seem to take over her mind. Heavy tears roll down her face, stinging the small cut on her cheek. Mixed emotions soon follow as she wants to hug her mother, but fears the backlash of what has occurred.
As the duo walk towards her, the somber faces bring no sign of hope to the graveness of this predicament. An instant connection is made between the eyes of mother and daughter, foreshadowing a harsh conversation.
“Thank you Principal Henry, I’m sorry for the trouble.” Shaking his hand.
Standing up Abby follows her mother out of the building and to the parking lot where they get into the car.
Taking a deep breath trying to stop the ever flowing tears, her chin begins to shudders taking in a deep breath.
“I’m. Sorry. Mom.” Beginning to hyperventilate.
A deep sigh comes from her mother and then begins to open her mouth before it is snapped shut.
“Saint Mary’s!”
“What?”
“Saint Mary’s. Do you think you can handle it there?”
Abby still grasping the air with her mouth, begins to calm down now. “I think so.”
“Thats not a good enough answer for me to start working two jobs because you can’t stay out of trouble.”
“I’m sorry Mom. I can.”
“Good you start Monday. Don’t screw up this time.”
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