CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day I sat in Psychology dazed. What Ram had said the night before was starting to get to me. He was worried about my parents. It was weird and I was freaked. But what freaked me out the most was this morning. When I looked in the medicine cabinet there were more then double the prescription bottles and all dated to the last week. Every last one of them belonged to Mom.
How sick was my Mom?
"Java!"
"Wha-huh!" I looked at Ms. Johns startled.
"What is the difference between Moratorium Identity and Diffusion Identity?"
"I-I…" I started flipping through my book looking for the answer."
Ms. Johns sighed impatiently. "If you don't know the—"
"I HAVE THE ANSWER!" I yelled in frustration.
"Young Lady, hallway, NOW!" I stood walking out of the room. "Take your stuff!" I sighed rolling my eyes and grabbed my book bag, then leaving the room.
Outside I leaned against the wall waiting for my reprimanding by Ms. Johns. It was sometime later before the door opened and Ms. Johns in an attempt to be stern and upset snapped her fingers with a, "follow me."
We walked to the main office and lucky it was not that far away. The clacking of her shoes was driving me nuts. When we got there the secretary sat filling out papers but the odor of tuna was very apparent. It was also obvious that I was hungry because my stomach growled. The secretary eyed me giving it away that my stomach was being pretty load.
"Ms. John," the secretary sighed. "Is this really something the principal needs to take care of?"
"Of course! This student has been nothing but bad!"
I looked at her in disbelief then shook my head at the secretary pleading my innocence. The secretary spotted this and sighed heavily glancing at the floor and probably her tuna fish sandwich. "Mr. Morgan is very busy Ms. John. He doesn't have time for a student who doesn't know all the answers."
"I DIDN'T DO IT!"
All three of us looked at the door. That voice was familiar. "So as you cal tell," The secretary continued, "we are pretty busy here." The way she looked at us made me step back towards the door, and even had Ms. John walking out of the office with very little dignity.
I stood outside wondering what to do next and hoped skipping for the rest of the day would revel itself as an option. I moved towards the main entrance trying very much to seem invisible. "Where do you think you're going?" Ms. John demanded. Luckily before I could answer the bell ending class rang and the hallways flooded with people. I heard someone yell my name in greeting and made my way in that direction toward the crowd. I knew I wasn't going to be touring my Psychology class for quite sometime.
I barely thought of my near scrap with trouble, but more about the voice in the office and why everyone was giving me odd looks. I decided to stay for lunch: the gossip hour.
I was glad that I was able to go into the lunch room and immediately found Siva ordering a fruit smoothie. "Do I have something hanging from my nose?"
Siva stared at me as if I had lost all sense. "No, Java you look excellent as usual."
"Well then why is everyone staring at me?"
"You mean you haven't heard?"
The age old question, I thought, rolling my eyes. "No"
"Ebony is in big trouble, and probably expelled." She sighed. "I've been getting the same treatment, you know, sibling connection."
"What did she do?" I was glad I was hearing this from Siva and not the many bias Ebony haters.
"Not sure, but I think it has something to do with the Janitor Shed and student teacher."
I stared at her wide eyed. "That doesn't make sense! Ebony hardly takes care of her business in a tool shed and if she was that desperate she would at least cover her tracks."
Siva agreed. "That's what I was thinking."
"So…what do you think."
My sister shrugged. "Don't know." I didn't know either but I knew it was something planned, and I knew for a fact my sister wasn't stupid.
