Chapter NIne
Peter walked in. "So, do you want to talk?" He asked. "No." She said. "Okay. Why don't you go catch up on some reading or something? If you need anything just come to my office. If I'm not here just leave a note or something." "Okay. Whatever." She said.
She walked out and looked around. Scott and Shelby were walking around. Scott saw her and jogged over, Shelby following. "Hey, kid." Shelby said. "Hi." Kristin said and sneered. She wasn't going to be calledkid anymore. "Hey, Kristin. How ya feeling?" "I wasn't sick." "Okay, so how are ya doing?" He tried again. "Fine." She answered coldly. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing!" She growled. "Whatever." "Does daddy's girl have some problems?" Shelby cooed sarcasticly. "Take that back!" Kristin yelled. She had gotten into a fight with anyone who called her a daddy's girl. "What? Daddy's girl ashamed of being a daddy's girl?" Shelby cooed again. Kristin shoved her as hard as she could, which was pretty good considering her size. "Hey, you little-" Shelby cried but Kristin shoved her again. "I said take that back!" She screamed. Shelby shoved her so hard she landed on the ground. "Hey!" Peter yelled and Kristin jumped up and whirled around. Peter groaned. "Not you again!" He muttered, only half- joking.
***In Peter's Office***
"What happened?" Peter asked. Shelby was sitting in one chair to the far right of his office and Kristin was sitting on a chair to the far left. Peter was sitting behind his desk and Sophie was in town again. "She called my daddy's girl even after I told her to stop." Kristin said simply. "Shelby?" "So what? I didn't know she'd get all uptight. You'd think her dad beat the..." Shelby stopped when she saw the look on Kristin's face. It looked the face SHE had when she got called "daddy's girl" at school one day. "Shel, if she asked you to stop why didn't you?" "I-I didn't know.." "Know what?" Peter asked, confused. Shelby realized he didn't know what she was talking about. "Nothing. I just didn't know she'd get all uptight." She said and shrugged. "Okay. Go back to the dorm." He said. "Not so fast, Kristin." He said as he saw her get up. "Damnit." She muttered. "Excuse me?" "Oh nothing..."
"I've got to call your father." Peter said, scanning her face for any reaction. Sure enough there was a scared reaction. "No! I'm sorry, I won't be any trouble!" She cried. "Settle down! It's not because of that, I have to call him during your first week to give your progress. I think it's best that I tell him we're not making much, don't you?" "NO!" She yelled. "Why?" "Because...I'll make better progress, just please don't call him!" "I wish I couldn't, but I have to," He said, sorry that it really was a rule. He picked up a file and reluctantly called the number.
"Hello?" A gruff voice answered. "Hi, Mr. Maddox?" "Yea." "This is Peter Scarbrow-" "Who?" "Peter Scarbrow, from Mt. Horizon?" "OH. What my kid do this time?" "Nothing much, I just have to call every week to give you her progress." "So what's her progress?" He demanded. "Well, she's gotten into a few fights and just stuff like that. But, there is something bothering me about her and I would like to meet with you sometime in the next week." Peter said and he saw Kristin's eyes widen and she shook a little. "My only day off is tomorrow. For the next month." "Well, could you come?" "Whatever." "Well, okay. I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Bye." He hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead. "How could you do that?" She demanded and stood up and ran.
Peter ran after her. She headed for the woods but tripped. "Damnit!" She howled, although not quite loud. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding out his hand. "I'm fine. Not that you care." "What do you mean?" "You told him to come!" "What are you so afraid of?" He demanded. She looked up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "Take 3 guesses, Peter. Just 3."
Uh-oh? What's gonna happen when her "daddy" comes? Does Peter's 3 guesses help him...or her...get anywhere?
Peter walked in. "So, do you want to talk?" He asked. "No." She said. "Okay. Why don't you go catch up on some reading or something? If you need anything just come to my office. If I'm not here just leave a note or something." "Okay. Whatever." She said.
She walked out and looked around. Scott and Shelby were walking around. Scott saw her and jogged over, Shelby following. "Hey, kid." Shelby said. "Hi." Kristin said and sneered. She wasn't going to be calledkid anymore. "Hey, Kristin. How ya feeling?" "I wasn't sick." "Okay, so how are ya doing?" He tried again. "Fine." She answered coldly. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing!" She growled. "Whatever." "Does daddy's girl have some problems?" Shelby cooed sarcasticly. "Take that back!" Kristin yelled. She had gotten into a fight with anyone who called her a daddy's girl. "What? Daddy's girl ashamed of being a daddy's girl?" Shelby cooed again. Kristin shoved her as hard as she could, which was pretty good considering her size. "Hey, you little-" Shelby cried but Kristin shoved her again. "I said take that back!" She screamed. Shelby shoved her so hard she landed on the ground. "Hey!" Peter yelled and Kristin jumped up and whirled around. Peter groaned. "Not you again!" He muttered, only half- joking.
***In Peter's Office***
"What happened?" Peter asked. Shelby was sitting in one chair to the far right of his office and Kristin was sitting on a chair to the far left. Peter was sitting behind his desk and Sophie was in town again. "She called my daddy's girl even after I told her to stop." Kristin said simply. "Shelby?" "So what? I didn't know she'd get all uptight. You'd think her dad beat the..." Shelby stopped when she saw the look on Kristin's face. It looked the face SHE had when she got called "daddy's girl" at school one day. "Shel, if she asked you to stop why didn't you?" "I-I didn't know.." "Know what?" Peter asked, confused. Shelby realized he didn't know what she was talking about. "Nothing. I just didn't know she'd get all uptight." She said and shrugged. "Okay. Go back to the dorm." He said. "Not so fast, Kristin." He said as he saw her get up. "Damnit." She muttered. "Excuse me?" "Oh nothing..."
"I've got to call your father." Peter said, scanning her face for any reaction. Sure enough there was a scared reaction. "No! I'm sorry, I won't be any trouble!" She cried. "Settle down! It's not because of that, I have to call him during your first week to give your progress. I think it's best that I tell him we're not making much, don't you?" "NO!" She yelled. "Why?" "Because...I'll make better progress, just please don't call him!" "I wish I couldn't, but I have to," He said, sorry that it really was a rule. He picked up a file and reluctantly called the number.
"Hello?" A gruff voice answered. "Hi, Mr. Maddox?" "Yea." "This is Peter Scarbrow-" "Who?" "Peter Scarbrow, from Mt. Horizon?" "OH. What my kid do this time?" "Nothing much, I just have to call every week to give you her progress." "So what's her progress?" He demanded. "Well, she's gotten into a few fights and just stuff like that. But, there is something bothering me about her and I would like to meet with you sometime in the next week." Peter said and he saw Kristin's eyes widen and she shook a little. "My only day off is tomorrow. For the next month." "Well, could you come?" "Whatever." "Well, okay. I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Bye." He hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead. "How could you do that?" She demanded and stood up and ran.
Peter ran after her. She headed for the woods but tripped. "Damnit!" She howled, although not quite loud. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding out his hand. "I'm fine. Not that you care." "What do you mean?" "You told him to come!" "What are you so afraid of?" He demanded. She looked up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "Take 3 guesses, Peter. Just 3."
Uh-oh? What's gonna happen when her "daddy" comes? Does Peter's 3 guesses help him...or her...get anywhere?
