Just as I was about to sink further into despair, the intercom crackled to life. The principal’s voice was urgent: “Ms. Alvarez, you and Ethan need to come to the front desk. Now.”
My heart pounded. Was I in even more trouble? The walk to the front desk felt like a lifetime. With each step, I imagined the scolding I would receive, the disappointment on my parents’ faces when they found out.
As we reached the front desk, we were met by the principal, a police officer, and a woman with tears in her eyes. The principal looked at me with a mix of awe and pride.
