CHAPTER 23
During my morning class on Wednesday, someone excused me and said the principal wants to talk to me. And Ms. Moore was eager to kick me out of the class as she allowed me to go without even asking the reason. We silently walk with this unknown person. I can tell she is not a student with what she wear. Her not-so-high high heels, about 2 inches clicks on the floor. She wears eyeglasses. A black trouser paired with black blazer and a white shirt. She opened the door for me when we reached the office. My eyes spotted a standing Kaitlyn Jones while Elizabeth is signing a document on her table. “Take a sit,” Elizabeth said. I was about to sit on the chair in front her table, but she stood and went to sit on the couch. I followed her. I sat down gracefully as a lady should. “As mention
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