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I got a note this morning from Ms. Josephson saying, “Victoria Toomy would like to meet with you in my office second period.”
I wasn’t sure if her dad put her up to it, or if she just decided on her own. But they couldn’t force me to meet with her, right? If I’d just said no, what could they do? Drag me out of class and make me listen to Toomy whine about me?
The kid who’d delivered the message was waiting for my reply. Fine, I thought. Let her get it out of her system. Might as well get this over with.
So there we were second period, sitting across from each other in Ms. Josephson’s cramped office, both of us with stern, snotty looks on our face, me wondering why I had ever agreed to it.
Ms. Josephson said, “Cara, Victoria tells me there’s been some bad blood between the two of yo
