1 Straight to Hell
““What is it this time,” I asked. “Did she make another teacher cry? Or try to flush her papier-mâché project down the toilet again?”
“She’s not in trouble,” Alan said. “But we’re worried about her. Can you come in for a consult with the social worker?”
Of course I could. Within fifteen minutes, I walked into the principal’s office. Sitting there was Ari’s fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Wallace, a gray-haired tank of a woman who’d fought enough class room battles to make her a five-star general... at the school, and Alan, who was a balding, jolly, Santa-Claus of a man who had the patience of a saint when it came to kids like Ari. Miss Calloway, the social worker, was a thin, young woman with a shiny new engagement ring on her finger. She sat on the edge of her chair, frowning over Ariel’s file. When I took a seat next to her, she glared at me. I disliked her immediately.
Everyone looked at Alan to begin the meeting, but it was Mrs. Wallace who started. “Ariel’s been trying to get the other students to beat her up.”MoreLess
“She’s not in trouble,” Alan said. “But we’re worried about her. Can you come in for a consult with the social worker?”
Of course I could. Within fifteen minutes, I walked into the principal’s office. Sitting there was Ari’s fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Wallace, a gray-haired tank of a woman who’d fought enough class room battles to make her a five-star general... at the school, and Alan, who was a balding, jolly, Santa-Claus of a man who had the patience of a saint when it came to kids like Ari. Miss Calloway, the social worker, was a thin, young woman with a shiny new engagement ring on her finger. She sat on the edge of her chair, frowning over Ariel’s file. When I took a seat next to her, she glared at me. I disliked her immediately.
Everyone looked at Alan to begin the meeting, but it was Mrs. Wallace who started. “Ariel’s been trying to get the other students to beat her up.”MoreLess
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