“I promise you, I’m here to help. I think you could really use some help right now. You are a smart girl. You didn’t just run, you enrolled yourself into high school. Your grades are really good. Mr. Becker was concerned for you when he called me, and I think he was right to be.” Mr. Becker… My English teacher called her about me. What a fucking asshole. I thought he was trying to help me. He asked to meet my parents once, and I told him they both worked all the time. It was an excuse that had worked in the past. Hell, it worked when I enrolled myself six months ago. Only to have Mr. Becker be
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