Chapter 8
“How was your first day, dear?” said the woman from the administration office when I came back at the end of the day.
“It was alright,” I replied, handing in the slip of paper.
In all sincerity, however, I have been ready to go home since this morning. High school, as I anticipated, brought me no joy. No thought hit me during class that would make me say that what I am doing is worthwhile. I did everything right, confidently answered all the questions that the teachers gave me, swallowed and smiled when I was introduced to the class, kept to myself, and almost didn’t snap when the staring got too much.
Overall, I have been a saint today. If I died right now, I would immediately be proclaimed a martyr.
The red-haired woman smiles at me and gives me, at last, the details to m
