“You should be ashamed of yourself for what you did,” the headmistress says seething, barely keeping her cool, “At this academy we hold our girls to a high standard and what you have done is unacceptable.”
My hands lay, fingers clasped together, in my lap motionless. I sit poised in the uncomfortable wooden chair and rethink everything that’s happened, how I got in this situation, what I’m going to do after this blows over, and what this means.
“I’m sorry-” “No, I am sorry, Miss, but sorry will not cut it this time around.” the head mistress replies from behind her desk, her lips down-turned in their permanent frown. I look toward at my feet, a devilish smile making its way onto my lips, I feel no feelings of regret or guilt for what I’ve
My hands lay, fingers clasped together, in my lap motionless. I sit poised in the uncomfortable wooden chair and rethink everything that’s happened, how I got in this situation, what I’m going to do after this blows over, and what this means.
“I’m sorry-” “No, I am sorry, Miss, but sorry will not cut it this time around.” the head mistress replies from behind her desk, her lips down-turned in their permanent frown. I look toward at my feet, a devilish smile making its way onto my lips, I feel no feelings of regret or guilt for what I’ve