She looked me up and down and said loudly, “Well, if the theme was cleaning out an attic, you nailed it.”
The room went quiet.
She kept going, mocking my dress, my chances, even reaching out to touch the fabric like it was something to criticize.
My whole body froze.
Then a voice came from behind her.
“Mrs. Tilmot?”
Everything shifted.
Officer Warren stood there in uniform, along with the assistant principal.
He calmly told her she needed to step outside.
She tried to brush it off, but they didn’t back down. Complaints had already been filed—by students, staff, and my father. She had been warned before.
Now, there were consequences.
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