Chapter Twenty-Five
Peter's face grew troubled and Landon grew panicked. "What? What's wrong?" "Um, Landon, can you come to my office at seven later tonight?" Peter asked. "What about group?" "We don't have it today." "Okay. Whatever, can I go?" "Yes. And you have kitchen for a week-along with a journal entry due tomorrow." Peter instructed and Landon walked out, rolling his eyes and mocking Peter.
"Can I go?" Nicole asked. "No, I wanna talk to you and I'm calling your parents," Peter said sternly. "It's not like they'll care!" She mumbled angrily but shut up otherwise.
Peter took out her folder and skimmed over it:
Full name: Nicole Marie Berfield
DOB: December 14, 1989
Grade: About to be in seventh
Charges: Three runaways:
1)March 8, 1998-missing for three days. Reason unknown-no unusual marks on body.
2)April 5, 1999-Missing for a week. Reason unknown-no unusual marks on body
3)March 15, 2002-Missing for 2 days. Reason unknown-cut marks on arms. Reasons unknown.
Sent to Horizon for: caught with alcohol, parents suspect cutting, run- away, many fights at school and bad principal record in the past two years.
Peter sighed and shook his head. It gave nothing.
He dialed the number and her dad answered.
Dad: Hello?
Peter: Hey, Scott, it's Peter.
Dad: Oh, hey, what's up?
Peter: Nothing, I've got Nicole here-
Dad: DId she get in trouble already?
Peter: Somewhat, but I don't believe it was her fault.
Dad: Yeah, sure. Where there's trouble there is Nicole. What'd she do?
Peter: Her and a boy named Landon got into a fight with a guy from another group. It was just a minor one, but I have to notify you nd inform you on her progress, so I decided this would be a good time.
Dad: Yeah. So how's she doing?
Peter: Well, she refuses to talk to most of hte older kids, but she seems to get along with the younger ones around her age.
Dad: Has she said anything-like why she'd be mad? Oh, I have to go, I'll call you later. It's Taryn's play today at the rec. Bye. Tell nicole I said hey.
CLICK.
"Nicole, can I talk to you?" Peter asked gently. Nicole shrugged and looked away. "I don't care. Do I have have a choice?" She asked. "Of course you do. I don't force anyone to talk, but I'd prefer that you do talk. It'll help." He offered.
"Whatever. What about?" "About your record. And why you're here. And why you are so angry." "If I tell you, you can't tell him. He'll get mad because he'll say it's my fault." Nicole warned
Peter's face grew troubled and Landon grew panicked. "What? What's wrong?" "Um, Landon, can you come to my office at seven later tonight?" Peter asked. "What about group?" "We don't have it today." "Okay. Whatever, can I go?" "Yes. And you have kitchen for a week-along with a journal entry due tomorrow." Peter instructed and Landon walked out, rolling his eyes and mocking Peter.
"Can I go?" Nicole asked. "No, I wanna talk to you and I'm calling your parents," Peter said sternly. "It's not like they'll care!" She mumbled angrily but shut up otherwise.
Peter took out her folder and skimmed over it:
Full name: Nicole Marie Berfield
DOB: December 14, 1989
Grade: About to be in seventh
Charges: Three runaways:
1)March 8, 1998-missing for three days. Reason unknown-no unusual marks on body.
2)April 5, 1999-Missing for a week. Reason unknown-no unusual marks on body
3)March 15, 2002-Missing for 2 days. Reason unknown-cut marks on arms. Reasons unknown.
Sent to Horizon for: caught with alcohol, parents suspect cutting, run- away, many fights at school and bad principal record in the past two years.
Peter sighed and shook his head. It gave nothing.
He dialed the number and her dad answered.
Dad: Hello?
Peter: Hey, Scott, it's Peter.
Dad: Oh, hey, what's up?
Peter: Nothing, I've got Nicole here-
Dad: DId she get in trouble already?
Peter: Somewhat, but I don't believe it was her fault.
Dad: Yeah, sure. Where there's trouble there is Nicole. What'd she do?
Peter: Her and a boy named Landon got into a fight with a guy from another group. It was just a minor one, but I have to notify you nd inform you on her progress, so I decided this would be a good time.
Dad: Yeah. So how's she doing?
Peter: Well, she refuses to talk to most of hte older kids, but she seems to get along with the younger ones around her age.
Dad: Has she said anything-like why she'd be mad? Oh, I have to go, I'll call you later. It's Taryn's play today at the rec. Bye. Tell nicole I said hey.
CLICK.
"Nicole, can I talk to you?" Peter asked gently. Nicole shrugged and looked away. "I don't care. Do I have have a choice?" She asked. "Of course you do. I don't force anyone to talk, but I'd prefer that you do talk. It'll help." He offered.
"Whatever. What about?" "About your record. And why you're here. And why you are so angry." "If I tell you, you can't tell him. He'll get mad because he'll say it's my fault." Nicole warned