Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
A continuation.I'm not here just to whinge about my family issues or anything, though, don't worry. I have a story, see, and I thought maybe you might like to hear it. Of course, if that's not the sort of thing you were looking for, you might as well just toss this out now, because it's not getting any better.
So, it all pretty much started on a day so much like any other. I was falling asleep in algebra 2 again, when over the PA came that scratchy voice no one can ever quite understand unless they're over the age of 47. Everyone was muttering, trying to figure out what they'd missed, but the teacher was just staring at me. Finally, exasperated, she sighed, 'Ms. Jarvis, if you're not too busy, could you find some time in your schedule to hurry to the office and let me get on with my class?'
What? I never got called to the Office, not even when my mom picked me up (which wasn't often). Why would they want me? I grabbed my bag and headed toward the Office, running over the past week's events in my head. I hadn't gotten into any fights, I hadn't skipped class, we hadn't started working on next year's schedules yet... I was drawing a whole lot of blanks, but before I could puzzle over the weirdness more, I had arrived at the Office, home of school officials, overly good kids, and overly bad kids (plus the school cop on his lunch break). Hiking my bag up onto my shoulder, I pushed through the door to rustling chaos.
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