Calista
“Stop that, you’re making me nervous.” I said to Mimi, who was driving us both to school. She has been jittery the closer we get to school and my unusually calm behaviour is getting affected the more I look at her.
“I can’t help it, okay? Jeez, if anything, why are you so calm?” she asked before flashing the security guard a big smile as he opened the gate for us.
“Because I have come to terms with it and, besides, I don’t think the kids would appreciate their visitor bolting for the second time from meeting them. It’s going to give them ideas and I don’t really want to explain to a bunch of 5 year olds why I feel nervous around them.” I rattled on, getting lightheaded by the speed. My hands immediately found their way to my temples, giving them a little massage to ease my dev
