Chapter 63

YEAR 2015

Her little shoes had a noisy heel. She didn't hear their ticking against the quiet marbled stairway when she walked down to the conference room, her own thoughts too clamorous to let her hear anything else.

Why not principle's office?

She wondered.

Never was she called by the principle before, and that too in the conference room where teachers held supposedly important meetings. She wondered if she had broken any rule. But that was unlikely. Even at the tender age of fifteen, she was more committed to the discipline than some of the most strictest teachers in the school.

She briefly remembered how her white uniform socks were once drenched in rain. Despite her mother's warning she had wore the wet socks next day to school, refusing to wear the coloured ones piling in her room. Evidently the next day her mother had to take her to the clinic, her runny nose unstoppable.

The memory of her mother left a stinging mark on her memory, it always did. It had been an year, but with pa