We asked to see the counselor.
All three of us squeezed into the small office, and Emily laid everything out. The counselor — a woman with warm eyes and a tight, no-nonsense bun — listened carefully without cutting her off. When Emily finished, silence settled over the room.
“Leave this with me,” the counselor said. “This falls directly under our harassment policy. I am going to bring in the students involved today, and they will be facing disciplinary action. I’ll be calling their parents before the final bell rings.”
Emily jerked her head up. “Today?”
“Today,” the counselor confirmed. “You shouldn’t have to carry this for another minute, Emily. You did the right thing by coming in.”
