CATHERINE
The principal’s office was the last place I wanted to be on a work day. It always had this weird smell of old chalk that made anxiety crawl up my spine. I sat on the edge of the chair, my hands in my laps even as my nails dug into my palms. And across me was principal Greene, his gaze on me was one of inconvenience, like he’d rather be elsewhere, that made two of us.
His brows knitted together. “Your sister caused a stir today,” he said in a clipped tone. “She attacked another student and called him some very inappropriate names.”
My annoyance only seemed to double. Ellie wasn’t the kind of child who went after people. She didn’t snap unless there was a damn good reason.
“What exactly did this student do to her?” I asked.
Greene leaned back in his chair, clearly unprepared
