6
WHAT I WANT
CLAUDIA
We walked slowly. The halls were empty, far emptier than they had ever been. The silence was strange to take in. The school seemed bizarre unoccupied as it was.
We were both quiet for the moment. Yet I sensed John wanted to ask if I was okay. There was so much that had to be said, after what had just happened. There were so many questions I wanted to ask as well.
“Who is he?” Was one of the questions that wouldn’t stop popping into my mind, but didn’t I already know that? “Is he part of this game? Is he just like Joseph?” I didn’t know what else to call it, but John looked amused at my word choice. “He isn’t your father, is he?”
We stopped by the hall closest to the assistant principal’s office. John faced me, pained and unable to answer. He took a moment to com
