Nyree drove in front of me and I drove behind her to get to my high school, but before I got out of my car, I managed to dry my tears enough to walk in.
The principal, guidance counselors, some of the staff, and the one and only Ms. Brown. My substitute teacher. They were all sat at the table, ready to confront me about the issue.
Ms. Brown wore a disappointed look on her face, her arms were crossed, and in one hand she held a file which had my name on it.
"Dani Hills." The principal said in a stern monotone. His deep, croaky strained voice was enough to tell me 'you're in trouble, young lady' and 'expect the worst'.
"Yes?" I responded by trying to keep eye contact with him without sweating from nervousness. He might not be the most energetic and expressive principal of my school but h
