"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.
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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