No f*****g way in hell!
“What! You can't do that to me please Mrs. Guardian,”
Her face was coloured in displeasure. “The name of Tracy West. Ms. Tracey West,”
I took in her features and it was then I realized she wasn't infact old. And her wavy gray strands were mere camouflage.
“You can't do that to me, Please Tracy Ms.”
She slapped her hands against her forehead. “That's the problem I have with you students, especially the werewolves. You think this is all about you,”
“She might be sick.” I chipped in, my tone etched in an unhealthy amount of urgency.
Tracy stared at me, fumbling with the pearl on her neck. Her expression, almost like she was about to consider my statement when she added again, “School rules are school rules. I'm sorry young lady, there's really nothing I ca
