The Monday After
Oscar
Monday morning, I was sent to Mrs Kugelhopf’s office.
She is the Deputy Principal.
‘Write a report,’ Mrs Kugelhopf commanded, ‘accounting for every day you were not at school last week.’
‘Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.’ I replied, counting on my fingers. ‘Five days.’
Mrs Kugelhopf nodded.
I nodded back.
Mrs Kugelhopf’s office has a view of the wheelie bins, Her walls are the colour of green grapes that have gone slightly mouldy.
She shuffled her chair closer to her desk, hunching her shoulders to do this. She didn’t look well, to be honest, but that was her emotions. She lets them get the better of her. ‘You will sit outside my office today,’ she informed me, ‘and you will write that report.’
I frowned.
She frowned back.


















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