I fidgeted with the frayed edges of my denim skirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles as I sat in Principal Wilhite's office. Dad and Pops sat on either side of me, their chairs creaking in unison. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows on the faded carpet. It looked like a perfect family meeting, if you ignored the underlying tension in the air. I wasn't really into cute outfits, but today I decided to wear a baby blue cropped tank top with my skirt, and some chunky platform sneakers for a bit of edge. My silver hoop earrings swung as I shifted in my seat, the cool metal a comforting contrast to the warmth of my skin.
"Extended time for tests and assignments," Principal Wilhite droned, her voice a monotone buzz against the quiet of the room. "Preferential seating..."
