When I walked into the school, the halls were quiet. I assumed most students were in class. It didn’t take me long to reach the main office because it was near the school's front entrance. The receptionist, a young blonde woman, was typing away on her computer, barely paying attention to anything going on around her. She barely spared me a look as I stepped in front of her desk.
I had to clear my throat a couple of times for her to acknowledge me finally. She sighed and lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“Can I help you?” She asked, raising her perfectly trimmed brows.
“Yes, I’m here to speak with the principal,” I said, taking in the blonde in front of me.
“And who might you be?”
“Judy Landry,” I lied. “I’m Matt’s mom.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, taking me in from my toes to my h
