She rolled her eyes, but as she climbed into my car to head home and regroup before the “fallout” began, I saw a real smile touch her lips.
By the end of the week, things weren’t perfect — but they were improving. The counselor adjusted Emily’s schedule so she no longer shared English or Gym with the core group of girls. Official warnings were handed out.
More importantly, the three of us began talking more honestly.
We realized that even if the world felt chaotic, our little unit didn’t have to be. We just needed to stand on the same side.
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