“Of course I’m ready. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I want to be... I just want to be normal again. Going back to school is the perfect way to do that.” I let out a humorless laugh. “You’re not going to change my mind. I’m going to go back.” Dr. Margolis sighs. “Be that as it may, you are still a minor, which means your parents would have to be notified. You’ve already technically dropped out of North Lake, too, so you can’t be sure the school would even let you back.” Something starts beeping insistently, and I fish around in my purse for a second, looking for my phone, then unlock it so I can see the time. 4:00. Our hour is up. I stand up, holding my purse in the crook of my arm. Dr. Margolis stands up too, tucking her notebook under one arm and sticking her pen behind her ear. “I hate to have to end here, Casey. But please try and bring this up with your parents.” She walks over to her desk and rifles through the pile of papers, producing one folded piece and handing it to me. “Your parents pre-paid for the week, so just give them the receipt.” I shove it into my purse without looking at it, and start towards the door. “Are they picking you up today?” she
“Of course I’m ready. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I want to be... I just want to be normal again. Going back to school is the perfect way to do that.” I let out a humorless laugh. “You’re not going to change my mind. I’m going to go back.” Dr. Margolis sighs. “Be that as it may, you are still a minor, which means your parents would have to be notified. You’ve already technically dropped out of North Lake, too, so you can’t be sure the school would even let you back.” Something starts beeping insistently, and I fish around in my purse for a second, looking for my phone, then unlock it so I can see the time. 4:00. Our hour is up. I stand up, holding my purse in the crook of my arm. Dr. Margolis stands up too, tucking her notebook under one arm and sticking her pen behind her ear. “I hate to have to end here, Casey. But please try and bring this up with your parents.” She walks over to her desk and rifles through the pile of papers, producing one folded piece and handing it to me. “Your parents pre-paid for the week, so just give them the receipt.” I shove it into my purse without looking at it, and start towards the door. “Are they picking you up today?” she