The Front of the Room

As soon as I was called to the front of the room, I knew I had won the contest.  Mrs. Miller didn’t call on anyone unless she was praising them.  I had never been a great student, but she was able to remind me I did have good qualities and I was not the problem student most of my other teachers made me out to be.  But as I neared the front of our small classroom, I started to become suspicious.  She was not smiling like she usually did when she was going to congratulate someone.  My pace slowed as her face became grim. 

When I finally reached her desk, all I felt was complete terror. Something was wrong. Maybe she had found out what I had done. Either that or someone had died. Whatever had happened, I wasn’t sure I was prepared to deal with it. 

“Sandra, you’ll need to head to the office. You have a visitor.” Mrs. Miller wouldn’t look me in the eye and at this point I could feel the tightness strangling me. I knew I couldn’t handle whatever bad news was heading my way. As I grabbed my bag, I knew I wouldn’t go to the office. Instead, I turned right out of the door and headed straight to my car. Whatever had happened could wait. I just wish I had gone to the office instead of my car so I could have made it to the circus with the rest of my family.