AMY
“Amy Santiago, I ask you for the second time, where were you all this while?” It was the Principal's voice, loud and clear.
How was I going to tell her that I had been in school earlier, but because I felt horny, I had to leave?
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris. I had to leave for a brief call. It was from home.” I lied. I had put so much effort into this presentation that I wasn't going to let my pride get in the way.
The principal had talked for hours even after all the other kids had left. She said it was to punish me and teach me to be on time, especially on special occasions like this.
After hours of meeting up with the principal, I was too tired to go home, so I went home to see Pete. For two days, he complained that I had refused to show up at his home.
I had been denying him
