She sat on the phone but didn't say much. Mostly, she was kind of humming to herself. She was trying to stay calm. This was just like the last time, only she was calling a teacher who knew what had happened, and not her parents who thought she was ditching school and on drugs. She tried not to think about it - the betrayal she felt by her parents was still too real to her. It had only been two years, anyway, since they found out. What they put her through couldn't be forgotten in two years.
Suddenly, the phone call went dead and she panicked. "Hello?" She asked, repeating herself twice before realizing the call was gone. She was about to dial back when Mr. O'Daley came to be standing in front of her. She looked visibly relieved as he checked her over, to make sure she wasn't hurt. "No, no. It's all... better." She wasn't sure how much blood was on her, or what had even happened, but she felt fine. "I fell down the stairs. I teleported at the top, and got knocked into buy a guy who didn't see me and I went down. I thought I heard... a lot of cracking." They were cement stairs, after all.
After a moment, she looked at him meekly. "Am I in trouble?"