KATHRYN
“Will you stop with the gum, its disrespectful.” My father scolds as we walk down the hall. “And annoying,” he adds as I frown.
“Can you relax? You’re making me nervous.” I spit the gum into the trash bin outside the door labelled ‘ADMISTRATION’.
The receptionist waves us through the waiting lounge and sends us directly to a door labelled ‘Principal- Mrs Jerkins’. After a small knock, an African American woman with a stylish pixie cut greets us with a smile, letting us through.
“Mr. Pendergrass, I presume.” She shakes my father’s hand before turning to me her smile widening, “miss Carmichael.” Her manicured hand points to the chairs in front of her desk.
The light hits the small diamond earrings on her ears and the huge rock on her ring finger as we take our seats, calling
