Guilty Until Proclaimed Innocence

Kristy didn’t know why she had been called down to the office. She had never been a ‘bad kid’ and had only been to the office to receive an award or when she needed the nurse. Perplexed, she stepped up to the front desk.

Turns out the counselor wanted to see her. She followed the lady who had come to the classroom once or twice to talk about bullying or drugs. She was sure she hadn’t been a bully, and sure she didn’t do drugs.

She racked her brain, trying to figure out what it was she did, but nothing came to mind. So she sat in the offered chair and stared, hoping this lady would give her a clue.

“What’s going on?”
Kristy just stared, dumbfounded. Finally she said, “I don’t know.”

“You’re a smart kid, a good kid, and I never see you in the office. So what is the deal with this?” She throws a stapled stack at me. It’s my project for science. “Why is it all in blue?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, “Because Jimmy wouldn’t share the crayons. He was my lab partner.”

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