Sheva slipped out the classroom door and down the hallway feeling like a fugitive. Was it written on her face where she was going? Although even if it were no one ever looked at her anymore anyway.
She stood outside the small office door hesitating. She wasn’t here to talk to Mrs. Brandweis this time but still this place brought back bad memories. Sheva squared her shoulders. She wasn’t going there today. Today she was being strong and mature and proactive. Her mother had told her to start by discussing it with Mrs. Dickstein. All she had to do was knock on the door. There was nothing to be afraid of. This was Mrs. Dickstein’s job. The worst thing that could happen was that she would say no.
But she would still be extra super careful to make sure the door was closed tightly behind her.
Sheva knocked and stepped into the office. “Hi” she began awkwardly. “I’m supposed to come talk to you…”
