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"Ms. Sanders, do you know why I called you into the office this afternoon?"

His gaze was burning into my eyes as he asked me the question I had no answer to.

"N-No sir."

Inside, I was shaking. I always got perfect grades and never did anything that would result in me being called to the office.

"You've been a very, very bad girl, Ms. Sanders."

He released a smirk and leaned back into his leather office chair; his eyes continuing to bore into mine.

Just then, I realized what he had meant. 

And to say I was scared, was only an understatement. 


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