Zoey Alexis, please report to t

oe

down the empty hallway until I arrived in front of the principal's office. The cold silver doorknob p

ong the wall for waiting students, and a small side table, neatly stacked with school newslett

hair and sharp eyes behind cat-eye glasses, calmly scanni

d frown as she asked, "Geez, Zoe

ld off my face with my wrist. But then she opened a

e yo

rifying hair shampoo, cus witho

backward, I spok

s, Mis

and neck with them until I was a bit clean. Then I made for the red cushioned c

into the principal's office, the scent of lavender mingling in the air. A large desk dominated th

ll windows, highlighting the principal's stern

and unwavering gaze at each of us, her eyes meeting with ours b

ng....r

like a knife; yet, I shot a blank stare at her

time in six months, and you'v

eyes, heav

pened?",

adjusting a few strands of hair

keep out of my

unched into a frown as h

Sandra and Ethan, she inq

nd attacked me in front of everyon

true, Princi

ars welling up in her eyes a

her, and slapped me in front of everyone

om her eyes while she

bout it...it was clearly

cipal Simmons turned to me, he

ttacke

reement, shooting a frow

e's lying, she spread those r

faint lines of frustra

t ru

and exhaled, hesitant

rd disease and hinted that

ried but pursed her lips when

t, youn

rom her long black hair with a finger, stab

e's the source of su

er eyes fixed upon me as thoug

figured it

utterance of my words, and she

umed?...

riousness of this situation...this is a se

believe how fast the tables turned against me, the real victim. I had no witness, and no one would dare o

aled shut. And although he helped me, I couldn't help but loa

eing the good

was your busi

d a subtle sigh when the princ

ste of your time,

ip to the part where yo

shot a frown at him, u

k!', I sile

udden gasp leaving her mouth as sh

know

gether and let out a bri

with just a warn

rds...'Is she kidding

saturday...wi

upon hearing those words. Sandra groaned, her brows knitting th

ight now!...I'm the vic

u can leave no

o home, I'd like to have

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ully drenched in a mixture of sweat and smoothie. As I rea

cabinet door. I was probably hallucinating or some

a chilled carton of chocolate milk, dar

ad

ding, glancing at the doors lining inside. My heart raced, and I

ere?", I

lood drain from my face as the creaks intensified, but

ere...it's

toed closer, taking a deep breath before g

the

e whole room in an instant, draw

hy

ears pouring

e sheets, his dark hair tousled and slick with sweat on his forehead. His eyes dim

nde hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore

ed the sheets around her, as if trying to shield

unspoken words, and a thousand em

I-I can