Principle Marlene Jahowski sat behind her desk, massaging her temples. Four adolescent girls sat in front of her. All different. Yet all friends. And all in trouble. “Girls….” She began in a shaky voice. The woman was forty years old, her brown hair was graying, and her pale blue eyes were stressed with seeing far too much injustice in the middle school education system. Trying to dodge the task before her, Marlene took a look around the room. Her office was about average sized, a window on the back wall that overlooked the driveway of the private school. The green carpet was old and had coffee stains from that morning, when she had heard. The file cabinets on the wall were fairly new, with pictures of her with her only son Edward atop them. Finally turning to the girls that were occupying the only other seats in the room. She decided to address them one at a time, for all the teens were in trouble for different reasons.
“Valerie, I realize you are at the center of this.”
2006-07-30
12:46:59
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