What, she was expecting me to crumble and tell her I’m failing in all subjects and have no friends?
The mechaneches’s office is discreetly tucked away at the very end of a quiet corridor. I think it’s meant to make it easier for girls to go and confide in a teacher, but it just makes me feel like I’m walking to my doom.
“Ashira,” Mrs. Gerber says, bestowing a wide, warm smile on me as she holds the door open. “Thanks for coming so fast. I wanted to speak to you.”
I follow her into the room. There are two comfortable chairs at right angles. No other furniture, not a desk or table to serve as a barrier between us. I twine my fingers together and keep my expression blank.
“So,” Mrs. Gerber begins, leaning forward. Her light-blue eyes lock with mine. “It’s been a few weeks, and I’m sure it’s a big adjustment for you — new country, new school… you’re living with your grandparents, am I right?”
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