May, 2019
"Hannah, the principal wants you to come to his office after school," Mrs. Worsop said when Hannah answered the phone, trying to juggle it and papers she was grading and the banana that constituted her lunch that day.
The banana paused halfway to her mouth.
"Yeah?" Her voice squeaked on the word, as if she was a 14-year-old boy going through puberty. She cleared her throat, trying to push down the panic those simple words wrought in her. "Umm...Do you know why?"
"He didn't say, but he did tell me that it wasn't optional." The secretary lowered her voice and said conspiratorially, "He looked upset to me, Hannah. I don't think it's good."