The door flies open and a girl walks in and walks directly towards Mrs Ritter, who is teaching about a short story about the Puritans. In slow motion I watch this adolescent give Mrs. Ritter my trip to exile. The young girl walks out of the class room. Suddenly, I think my bladder is going to empty itself. I feel cold, inside and out, even though I am wearing this grey fleece blanket.
Mrs. Ritter looks over at me, and nods her head. I slowly walk over to her, and grab the piece of paper. I stop to read it. I take a deep breath and proceed out the door. I start walking to the front of the school, terrified. I finally got to the room that the paper longed for me to enter. I open the door. No one was inside. I look around, confused. I slowly shut the door, and turn around.
I walk into the office. Low and behold is my step father, but where is my mother. I storm out of the office doors, and he immediately walks after me. He was talking to me, but I am not registering. He never talks to me. Why is he putting on a front. I headed for the room, with my step dad trailing behind me. I'm glad he has a bum leg. He is basically like a uni-cycle, and I am a pink race car. I can get anywhere faster then he can. Somehow he catches up. I open the door, and he kisses the back of my head. This has never happen before. This will go down in history. I open the door. There are five desks formed in the shape of a hexagon.
I enter one of my two favorite class rooms, but it feel like I have entered hell. I immediately sit down. Of course my step dad, with his fake front sits down next to me, and sparks up a conversation. I keep my head down.
"Keep your head up, Rachel" he says, nicely for a change. I actually put my head up, surprised by the tone he used. I press index and pointer fingers just above my eyebrows, scrunching up my forehead, and I had both my thumbs just under my chin. Mr. Suligan walks out of his office, surprised we were on time. Where was the 504 lady? I think in my head. I sit down and tap my fingers on the desk.
It gets totally awkward. My dad pulls out a note pad that he uses for work, to write notes on this "amazing" occasion. I roll my eyes. My dad starts talking about the days he was working in narcotics, with his long hair and selling dope on the streets. Blah blah blah, He thinks he is a god or something. He is bragging about how he stayed alive. "I've been shot at so many times. I have kicked down so many doors with my own feet." he says. I bring up about how he shot himself in the finger. He glances at me with a smile that I can tell says "later you will get a HUGE consequence." What will he do. Me oh my.
Finally this.... not so skinny lady with died blond hair walks in with a smile. I think to myself "Great a sixty year old Shirley Temple, wonderful." She sits down. Mr Suligan looks at the other empty desk, puzzled. "She is sick." my step father quickly says. This is a lie, but I keep my pie hole shut. Mother and wonderful step father can not handle each others presence. This plus sized barbie doll starts asking me questions about my condition. I have a lot of pride. I do not like to talk about my conditions, especially not in front of someone I truly despise. I do not know this women, I feel somewhat offended. I answer all her questions. My dad has a hole sheet of notes.
The meeting has finally ended. I can finally take a breath. My step dad gets in the car. I stand outside his car, and he hands me the list of notes he took. My mother was in the visitors parking lot, the whole time. My step father says "Give this to your mother." I look down, and grab the piece of paper, and proceed to my mothers car, and hop in. "Sorry" she says. "You know why I could not be in that room with him" I just nod and look out the window.
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