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Part 2 can be found here.
Gail sat silently, listening as Principal Michaels talked with her parents. She knew that Natalie had been in earlier with her parents; but did not know, nor care, what the outcome of that meeting had been.
Her nose hurt, her whole face ached, and she just wanted to go home and lay down.
The adults stood in unison and the principal reached out to shake her dad’s hand, reassuring him that steps would be taken to ensure nothing like this would ever happen again.
Principal Michaels then turned to look at Gail and asked, “So this was all about Brian Howell?”
Gail shook her head.
“I don’t know, Mr. Michaels. Brian and I have never spoken two words to each other in all the years we have been class mates.”
“Well, I guess it won’t hurt to tell you now, it will be all over school by tomorrow anyway.” He studied Gail for a second and then added, “Brian Howell’s dad was in earlier to tell me he has transferred to some academy upstate.”
Gail swallowed hard and stood up.
“When is he leaving?”
“Today was his last day.”
Gail turned blindly and went out, leaving the adults to stare after her.
A short while later, Gail lay on her bed in her tiny upstairs bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
The doorbell rang and she waited, listening as her mother’s voice carried up the stairs.
“Gail, honey, it’s Becky.”
She rolled off the bed and waited for her friend to appear at the top of the stairs.
“Thanks, Mrs. Roberts.” Becky turned to look at Gail. “Hey, girl.” Her normally exuberant voice was subdued. “How’re you feeling?”
“It hurts, Beck.”
“Is it broken?”
“Man, I’m sorry Gail. If I didn’t say anything to them, she probably wouldn’t have done it.”
“Beck, you were just sticking up for me. Please don’t apologize for being my friend.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.” Becky wandered the room before sprawling her long, lanky body into the chair beside the window. “But the reason I came over is that it is all over school that Brian transferred to some academy somewhere upstate.”
“I know. Principal Michaels told me this afternoon.”
She didn’t mention her dashed hopes, thankful that no one knew just how much of a crush she had on the now-absent-Brian.
“And … word is that Natalie has been suspended for two weeks.”
“Well, great! Another reason for her to hate me and want revenge.”
Next Friday – Part 4
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