![]() Mom pushed the office door open and went in, followed by my sister. Just as we reached the main office, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my two least favorite people: Saber Greene and Mauri Lee, nudging each other. and tried not to see the gaping mouths or hear the giggles and murmurs that filled in behind us as we passed. So I kept my eyes glued to the floor a few feet in front of me, my face neutral, stayed as far back from them as I could. ![]() I mean, how often do a woman dressed in full Shakespearean regalia, a seven-year-old, and a humiliated eighth grader traipse through the middle of a junior high school on the first day of classes? The already confused sixth graders just stood and stared. I had to act like this was normal.Įvery seventh and eighth grader in the main hall watched us like we were a parade: They stopped spinning locker dials and cut off “how was your summer” conversations. I had to escort my sister to the main office. ![]() Instead, I had to follow Mom-dressed like an Elizabethan-era superhero with purple velvet cloak billowing and bells a’tinkling-down the hall. I hadn’t even been able to talk my mother into staying home or waiting in the car. ![]() ![]() I hadn’t been able to contract a serious (but not life-threatening) illness, change my identity, or get into the witness protection program. I hadn’t figured out a way to stop time, join the circus, or make myself invisible. ![]()
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