"Hey Victoria?" Megan asked me that next day, "can you help me with this
paper? I'm having trouble on it,"
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," Ever since I had missed that one way ticket out of here, I had been slowly losing confidence in myself.
Megan handed me her paper. I put my glasses on it read it, but it all looked like a bunch of scribbles. "Megan, what is this?"
"I dunno. Some stupid report."
"Thanks for your help, I meant what it says. I can't read a thing!"
"It's cursive, duh,"
Some cursive. I squinted to see what she was trying to say, but had no luck. "What do you need help with?"
"Writing it,"
"No! I mean what is it about? I can't help you if you have no topic,"
"Oh, uh, some essay about the short story we just read,"
"Which was?"
"It's in my bag. I think it was called 'The Coming.' "
"Oh, I read that. Is it a book report?"
"Yuh huh,"
So I guessed that I was getting at the point where Megan was going to ask me to do the whole thing for her, so I did. And I got in SO MUCH TROUBLE.
"Will Victoria Hudson please come to the office?" I knew what was going to happen. I wrote Megan's book report and I was going to get all of the blame for it. Not too shabby Megan, I thought, blaming ALL of it on me.
I groaned as I walked down to the main office, a little nervous and angry that I was the one going down - all alone.
I walked up to the counter, put my name on the register, and waited until I heard someone say, "Hudson, Victoria," Finally. I walked into the principal's office and took a seat.
"You're Victoria?"
"Yes," I also wanted to demand where Megan was, too. She was also in on it, but I bit my lip.
"We're going to have a 'principal-to-student' talk, if you know what I mean,"
Of course I knew what he meant, but I just nodded.
". . . and so Miss Hudson, I am granting you three weeks in-school suspension. Starting on Monday."
"Three weeks?"
"Yes, three weeks, I'm very disappointed in you, Victoria. I can see that you are a very bright student, but you are proving me wrong every time I see you," He looked at me with a weird glimpse in his eye. I couldn't tell what it was, but it frightened me a little.
"Victoria's got suspended, Victoria's got suspended!" Megan sang throughout the hallways and when we came out of the school.
"Shut up Megan," I pleaded, but she didn't, of course. Now I was all bent over with the sins of me and my sister. I couldn't wait to hear what my father would say to this . . .
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," Ever since I had missed that one way ticket out of here, I had been slowly losing confidence in myself.
Megan handed me her paper. I put my glasses on it read it, but it all looked like a bunch of scribbles. "Megan, what is this?"
"I dunno. Some stupid report."
"Thanks for your help, I meant what it says. I can't read a thing!"
"It's cursive, duh,"
Some cursive. I squinted to see what she was trying to say, but had no luck. "What do you need help with?"
"Writing it,"
"No! I mean what is it about? I can't help you if you have no topic,"
"Oh, uh, some essay about the short story we just read,"
"Which was?"
"It's in my bag. I think it was called 'The Coming.' "
"Oh, I read that. Is it a book report?"
"Yuh huh,"
So I guessed that I was getting at the point where Megan was going to ask me to do the whole thing for her, so I did. And I got in SO MUCH TROUBLE.
"Will Victoria Hudson please come to the office?" I knew what was going to happen. I wrote Megan's book report and I was going to get all of the blame for it. Not too shabby Megan, I thought, blaming ALL of it on me.
I groaned as I walked down to the main office, a little nervous and angry that I was the one going down - all alone.
I walked up to the counter, put my name on the register, and waited until I heard someone say, "Hudson, Victoria," Finally. I walked into the principal's office and took a seat.
"You're Victoria?"
"Yes," I also wanted to demand where Megan was, too. She was also in on it, but I bit my lip.
"We're going to have a 'principal-to-student' talk, if you know what I mean,"
Of course I knew what he meant, but I just nodded.
". . . and so Miss Hudson, I am granting you three weeks in-school suspension. Starting on Monday."
"Three weeks?"
"Yes, three weeks, I'm very disappointed in you, Victoria. I can see that you are a very bright student, but you are proving me wrong every time I see you," He looked at me with a weird glimpse in his eye. I couldn't tell what it was, but it frightened me a little.
"Victoria's got suspended, Victoria's got suspended!" Megan sang throughout the hallways and when we came out of the school.
"Shut up Megan," I pleaded, but she didn't, of course. Now I was all bent over with the sins of me and my sister. I couldn't wait to hear what my father would say to this . . .