Laurinda slipped out of the crowd and left the office behind her. When she looked up, the principal was already hurrying over. She couldn’t help but smirk. “Principal, you’re fast today. Maybe I should get you a golf cart. Forty minutes just to walk from the main building to here? Impressive.”
“We were in a meeting. We came as soon as we heard,” the principal said. He wiped at his forehead, even though there was no sweat. The way he looked at Laurinda was careful, almost nervous, like he was terrified something might have happened to her. If anything did, he’d have to answer to the Adams family and the school doctor, and he didn’t want to mess with either of them.
“I’m fine,” Laurinda said. “I just hope the security guard and the teacher who let that crazy woman in are okay.” She didn’t bother looking back as she walked away, heading straight for her classroom. She was still mad about what happened. She’d always thought school was supposed to be safe, a place where you didn’t have to worry. But drama had a way of finding her, no matter where she went. Was it really too much to ask for a little peace and quiet?
She paused outside her classroom and knocked. The teacher called her in, so she slipped inside. As soon as she entered, Bonnie spotted her. Laurinda’s face said it all. Someone had definitely ticked off their little princess. Bonnie didn’t say anything, just kept teaching. She figured she’d buy Laurinda a milk tea after class, something to help her feel better.
Laurinda sat down, and right away she saw a note from Shirley on her desk.
What happened? Are you okay? We tried to go check on you, but Bonnie stopped us. She said you’d handle it.
It’s fine now, Laurinda wrote back. I don’t want to talk about it. You can find out what happened after class.
She didn’t mind her friends gossiping behind her back, but she just didn’t feel like explaining. Letting them dig up the details themselves would probably make them even happier.
Laurinda wrapped herself tighter in her puffy jacket and laid her head down on her desk. She tried to calm the storm of negative feelings swirling inside her. The closer that day got, the more on edge she felt. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and not even the herbal pillow Adolphus gave her was helping anymore.
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