"Sorry for the wait, Miss," Pastor David White said, finally arriving to his office and meeting Tiffany for the first time. Though as reality changed, that may not be true.
Roger Ferguson sat nearby, looking concerned.
"Pastor...I don't understand what happened. I don't remember coming into Roger's home..." Tiffany said, clutching her head. "I...he thinks it's possession, but I don't know what it could be."
"Well, there are many possibilities. It could be an evil inclination, or it could be a good one. Perhaps, it merely brought you to where you needed to be." He said. "The Devil sometimes seeks to hide the meaning of more saintly messages."
Tiffany thought about that.
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"If you don't shape up, Miss McMillan, then you'll be in detention sooner than you think. Your attitude for the next few minutes will weigh heavily on whatever I choose to do with you," Melissa said, sitting behind the principal's desk.
"Sorry, Miss Smith," Sarah said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
"There. That's better. Now, what shall we do with you?" asked the prim and proper teacher.
"Well, I was outside for so long...maybe you could take that off the sentence," she said. "And...I'll apologize," she said.
"How you choose to dress is your business, but learn to behave yourself. This is your last warning, or next time, it will be suspension, not detention," she said.
"Thank you, Miss Smith," Sarah said, frowning. =What did she mean, how I dress?=
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Stephanie Wright walked Zelda into the Middle School. "Which class is yours?"
"I should be on lunch," she said.
"Well, I'll walk you to the door, and then, make sure you don't wander off again."
True to her word, she walked Zelda to the lunchroom door. Zelda couldn't wait to see her friends Athena, Lilly, Mikey, and Becky. Stephanie watched until she sat down with them, and then started to head off.
