I don’t say why. “Do you have a practice or a meeting or something?” Dad says. “No,” I mumble. “There’s something I need to do. Some research.” It’s not exactly a lie. Dad doesn’t ask any more questions. He seems to know I’m not in the mood to talk. When he drops me off at school, I head straight...
Baumgartner’s office door. There was no reply, so she knocked again. “Hello? Ms. Baumgartner? It’s me, Trixi. Trixi Wilder. Remember? I was supposed to report to you this morning?” There was still no reply, so she gave the door a nudge, and it swung open. Ms. Baumgartner was sitting at her desk, ...