"Fuujin Kazema, please report to the office. Fuujin Kazema to the office. You have a phone-call." A voice over the intercom blared; it sounded like Xu, and she sounded surprised.
As Fuujin stood up from her desk, and walked out, several of the male students whispered rude things to her. For example, "Cheatin' on Seifer, eh, Fuujin?" or, "Wow! Fuujin has a boyfriend! Or is it a girl, Fuu?" and, "Always knew she was a dyke."
Fuujin scowled, and glanced at each of the men, though, for future reference to cause them all extreme pain. Once she was out of the classroom, though, she almost ran away from the office rather than to it. The only people who would bother calling her in the middle of class were Seifer, and her mother. Since Seifer had been in class when she'd left, she knew it wasn't possibly him, and therefore, she assumed it was her mother.
Once she reached the office, she snatched the phone from Xu's out-stretched hand. "HELLO?"
"Fuu-chan, honey!! Hello!" Fuujin winced. She recognized her mother's shrill, piercing voice immediately, and was convinced that everyone in the office could hear her.
"FINE. CLASS, MIDDLE. INTERRUPTED." Fuujin hinted, feeling the blood rush to her face.
"Oh, Fuujin, dear, I'm sure your teacher can wait for you! Such a nice young girl! What's her name again, dear? Clistus? Winston?" Judging by the look of suppressed amusement on Xu's face, Fuujin could definitely tell that her mother was heard throughout the room.
"QUISTIS." She said, resisting the desire to bang her head against a wall.
"Oh, yes! Didn't I meet her at the last PTA Meeting?" Mrs. Kazema screeched.
Flinching again, Fuujin replied, "NEGATIVE. PHONECALL, MISBEHAVIOR."
"Oh, yes! Wasn't that when you were hanging out with that awful Squall-person?" Mrs. Kazema was, of course, referring to Seifer.
"NEGAT—" Fuujin began. Then she decided to save herself the trouble and play along. "AFFIRMATIVE. EVIL, NASTY. PERSON, BAD."
"You're not talking to him anymore, are you, dear?"
"NEGATIVE, MOTHER."
"Good! Well, Fuujin dear, guess what? Your father's out of prison now, and—"
"CLASS, RETURN. MUST." Fuujin interrupted her.
"Okay, dear. I won't keep you too long. I just want to tell you that your father's out of prison, and we decided that since we're in the area, we ought to come visit you once in a while. We're coming by in a few days."
Fuujin felt the blood draining from her face. "WHAT?"
"Oh, yes! Fuujin, sweetie, we've moved in at Balamb! Now we can be closer to you all the time!"
Fuujin went numb, and the phone fell with a clatter from her hand.