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I toss the tray to the floor and head straight to my home away froundy center that sits directly across from the principal’s desk

Monday was, as he warned,behind the gym, and I’m still here Today’s Thursday

Wonder if he’s in another forgiving mood?

I’es in and slah his little nerd glasses

His anger probably has soirl – who very wellall over the stark white cafeteria floor – being his niece

My fucking bad

His eyes narrow as he judges ht top and ripped-up jeans

So I smirk, taunt him a bit

Because there’s nothing this guy could say or do that could possibly be as fucked as every other day in my reality

I grab the edge of the chair and lean forward “Give it to me, Mr Folk”

His eyes widen a fraction of an inch and as if he can’t help himself, quickly cut to my top

Men, they have no self-control

Well look at that, another thing learned from my mother

“Clearly you don’t want to be here, Ms Carver Every ti you come back twice as hard”

When a slow grin stretches across my face, he clears his throat and looks away

“This is your third high school in eighteen ”

“Aainst the seat “You sure you’re not—”

“Stop” He glares before sighing “This is serious You’ve got the entire school’s attention now I can’t o away”

I roll et on with it already Where to next?”

He eyes ainst the desk “I made a call”

My eyes slice to his

“Your social worker—”

“I don’t have a social worker”

“Apparently you do She contacted me a few months back and—”

“Months?”

“Raven, listen—”

Right then, the secretary ushers in so slacks and a button-down She reaches over the desk to shake the principal’s hand