Saturday, Nov. 05, 2005
5:50 p.m.
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"Of course there's hope. Your grades aren't so bad, and you're a wonderful writer when you want to be."
I cock my head. She's never read anything I've written; when could she have? She's a fucking guidance counselor, not a teacher, not a friend.
"Have you ever read anything?"
She meets my gaze. I am cold and harsh.
"Yes."
"When?"
It comes out more like a statement than a question. She hesitates.
"Freshman year."
"Uh huh."
But I let it go.
I'm slowly learning that there are some situations where you shouldn't call people on their bullshit.