Sammy Whaley (understands) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-27 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21, cheyenne, sammy |
problem with your authority
Who: Cheyenne and Sammy
Where: The guidance counselor's office
When: Shortly before school lets out, after this.
“Just have a seat. Ms. Winters will be with you in a moment.” The school’s receptionist pointed her toward the open door to the guidance counselor’s office and made sure to keep an eye on her until Sammy shuffled her way over to one of the chairs across from the desk. Though this was only her second – or possibly third – visit to Ms. Winter’s office in particular, Sammy was very familiar with the guidance counselor’s office. Because of her frequent psychiatrist visits, it was almost considered mandatory for her to check in with the school’s equivalent of a shrink. To say that Sammy loathed these visits was putting it simply. However, this was no regular meeting, and she couldn’t decide if that made the situation better or worse. She should have known the moment that she stepped in to break up the fight that she was asking for trouble. In fact, Sammy did know better. Getting involved in a scuffle usually meant touching someone and touching someone always meant something bad for her. She hadn’t intended for things to get out of hand so quickly, but that was exactly what happened and now she was sitting in the worst place in school, awaiting her punishment. Sammy wasn’t above begging not to be expelled. Her desire to stay in school had nothing to do with her grades and everything to do with the fact that she couldn’t take being around her father all day, every day. Sammy pulled her feet up into the chair so that she could rest her head on the top of her knees. Her eyes focused on the puff balls attached to her slippers and she toyed with them as the emotions of the school office filtered in through the open door. Someone was anxious, more than likely to end the day and head home; another person was intensely annoyed and when she heard the same receptionist that had shown her in arguing with a student that wanted to call home, Sammy knew exactly who it was coming from. She took a deep breath and willed for Ms. Winter’s to hurry up. “Can’t we just get this over with?” |