The News
by
Julie
Grantz
He sat there in that big, fluffy, burgundy chair in the school office. He knew that he hadn't done anything wrong that day, but those two blonde secretaries wouldn't stop staring at him. The smell of freshly painted paper overwhelmed the office. He hated that smell. The pale colored walls were supposed to bring comfort, but today for some reason, they didn't, just like the first time he was sent to the principle's office for misbehaving. The multicolored pictures of animals that other children had created seemed to attack him. He knew then taht something was really wrong; he could feel it. His brown eyes floated over to the tall man wearing a three-piece suit who stood in the doorway. He knew the man had something to say. They boy's eyes filled with tears. He didnt' need to hear the words; he didn't need balding man to say them, to say those dreaded words.
The man onpened his mouth but no words came out.
"No, no, no!" Why me, why did this have to happen to me?" the boy thought. But as soon as the man said those words, he knew he could not deny the truth, no matter how hard he tried.
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