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I stopped talking, I didn't want to say anything, at all. But I had already begun. They stared at me, patiently waiting, wondering why I called them here, I couldn't back out. Now was the time to tell them my deepest secret.
I walk into class, late again. The teacher loses her temper, I do the walk of shame to the principals office, down the hall. My palms sweat, my brows twitch. I try to think of an excuse. I hope she won't be in her office. Up the stairs I go. The class rooms are all silent, as if waiting in suspense. My steps echo against the tile floors of the hall. I get ready to knock on the door, I raise my fist, and I bang it on the door. It swings open, silent as death, there she stands. "Piper Thompson, good morning. Come inside." does she smile viciously, like she's waiting to tear me to shreds, or is it just a trick of the light? I enter the room, and the door locks behind me.
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