"Excuse me Mrs. Little can we see Blossom Utonium in the office for a moment?" Mrs. Vi asked from the loudspeaker.
"Yes of course she's heading that way" Mrs Little replied motioning her to go.
She didn't understand why she got called she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe they noticed she wasn't there in the community safe house maybe Bellum hadn't turned on the sleep sand fast enough. Maybe they had to talk to her about a grade? No she kept all her grade up with no exception.
Getting to the office door she took a deep breath before feeling the rush of cold air fill her mouth. Eyes widening she proceeded to have a massive coughing fit.
"Blossoms are you alright?" Mrs. Vi asked as she opened the glass door.
"Yeah I just got choked up that's all" she coughed.
"Well Ms. Foclin is waiting for you in her office" the counselor why would the counselor wants to see her? She wondered as she walked towards her office.
"Hello Blossom would you please have a seat?" Ms. Foclin asked gesturing to the seat in for her desk.
"What's this about? My grades haven't slipped have they?" She asked though she knew her grade were perfectly fine.
"Of course not Blossom your here for another reason" the red headed women laughed.
"Well what is it?" She asked walking over to the seat.
"Now Blossom you know that required credits are very important to this school correct?" She started giving her a wide smile.
"Yes im aware?" Could she get to the point?
"Well I was going over your file and you only have half a semester of the credit points you need for Speech and human development. Are you aware of this?" She asked opening a folder on her desk.
"Well yes I transferred out of it last year to get into more advanced classes." Blossom answered.
"Well be that as it may you do need two semesters worth of credits for this class to graduate." She explained pulling out a paper.
"Yes im aware of that but I thought I could take the class next year" she answered she didn't like where this was heading.
"Well while that is an option you also wanted to sign up for the early release next year so you can get to your work earlier. Is this true?" She asked her smile getting wider Blossom had a good feeling that she wasn't winning this.
"Well yes it is." She started.
"Well seeing that speech is only opened for select periods that being 4th, 7th, and 8th wouldn't it be wiser to take it this year rather than having a possibility of not getting approved for the work schedule?" Had this woman done her research or something.
"I suppose so" what else could she say it really didn't feel like much of a choice. "But" she tried.
"Your a smart girl Blossom i'm glad we were able to figure this out I'll get your a new schedule printed in just a moment." Ms. Foclin smiled turning to her computer.
"Your new schedule will activate as of tomorrow your new fourth period will be Speech" her eyes widened.
"Fourth period?" She gasped. "But Ms. Foclin i have Student government that period" she really didn't want to give up that class.
"Now Blossom you know just as much as I do that Student government is not a required class. I'm sure you can give up one of your many fascinating classes for the good of your graduation" why did she feel like she was wrong for wanting to stay in the class she liked.
"Beside your sisters are in that class, I thought it would be perfect seeing how close you are" there was something about this woman that was insanely creepy. Her smile seemed like it could stretch to her the tips of her ears if she wanted it to her teeth were the palest pink and she would know the girl knew her pink. Like something had stained them that way. The only feature that made her moderately comfortable was her red hair it was so close to her own shade how could she not feel comfortable.
"So do we have an agreement?" Ms. Foclin asked giving an encouraging nod.
"I suppose it's the smartest decision" she agreed hearing the printer start to activate from the office staff room. It seemed it was happening regardless.
"Oh good just let me print this out" she told her the smile stretching wider as she pretended to click some buttons and went bounded out of the room her heels clicking wildly. Why was she so excited she just ripped her from one of her favorite activities. Sitting back looked around the room she seemed to decorate her room with different knick knacks like hour glasses, boxes and statues.
Looking around at all the fancy boxes she noted one was slightly open something was caught in it. Hearing her heels coming closer she decided to ignore it and maybe even tell her. "Here you are Blossom I hope you adjust well." She cheered handing her a pink paper.
"It's just speech it wasnt difficult last year it won't be this year," she answered with a shrug.
"Right" the women answered.
Getting up ashe walked towards the door before pausing. "One of your boxes are open i think something is snagged in it," she told the counselor before turning on heels.
"On right i hate when that happens" she answered her voice coated with sugar.
"Alright bye" she said with a sigh, looking at the paper groaning.
"How did I let this happen" she moaned.
"Hello Blossom" Ms Keane called as she made her way to the office.
"Hello Ms. Keane how have you been?" She asked.
"I'm starting to get worried to be honest i've been subbing for Green for a week so far and he has yet to even give me a sign of coming back." Her face filled with concern.
"Have you talked to him?" She asked she had noticed Ms Keane has started to get uncomfortable with how long she's been here.
"Well no. Every time I attempt to contact him I either have to talk to the doctor or get sent to voice mail" she admitted.
"He's still in the hospital?" She asked it seems a bit excessive.
"I suppose he is though i'm not sure" she answered sighing.
"Not sure?"
"Well that's what I was told but i went to talk to him at the hospital personally. The nurse told us he check out however when I called I was sent to the doctor." She answered.
"Maybe he has a doctor working with him at home," she suggested.
"Maybe" she answered with a weak smile.
"Well i'm going to see if they could get another substitute i wasn't made for teenagers" she muttered the last part more to herself walking past her.
