They want to put me in therapy. The school wants me to see their social worker. They think I am depressed
I went to school the next day just to make my mother stop nudging me.
I sat through Jewish history and halachah and a whole bunch of other classes, but my mind was on Lali.
That girl was so sweet. Why didn’t she talk to anybody? I had plenty of time to mull it over as I skipped Chumash for obvious reasons and spent the period wandering around the school building.
The principal walked out of the office just as I was walking past. My bad luck.
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