Archive for August 2002
“How are you feeling, Philip? Mrs. Armstrong asked. Philip looked up from his book.
“How are your parents?”
“Is everything okay at home?” Philip looked up in alarm. Mr. Atwood had asked the same question. Had something happened to his Mom? “You can tell me. I’m your friend, Philip.” Philip looked at her.
“Everything’s fine.” He looked back at the page and tried reading again. Mrs. Armstrong opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. She looked at the thin [...]
Wandering down the office as slow as he could, he thought about Ms. Spellman. She was a middle-aged woman with curly blond hair and large dangling jewelry hanging low off her neck. She was the school’s counselor. Philip knew that the dumb kids and troublemakers had to meet with her. Was he dumb or a troublemaker? He knew he wasn’t dumb. Everyone told him how smart he was. He had always believed them. A troublemaker? All he had done was [...]