Tiffany paused thinking it over. She was sure that she wouldn't like it but Miss Fine did always seem to know what she was talking about so she agreed.
"Great." Miss Fine replied smiling. "I'll make an appointment straight away." She picked up her phone and started to dial the number. She spoke for a few moments.
"They can take you this this morning...it will be instead of your gym class," she said.
"Thank you, Miss Fine. I didn't want to miss any class," she said.
"Trust me, Tiffany. You need to calm down...this isn't a beauty treatment. This is about stress relief. This Steve person is making you so squeamish that you are actually hiding from him."
"You're right," she said.
"I'll have a talk with this Steve..." she said.
But Steve never came, ignoring the summons from the guidance office. Or, more accurately, following Tiffany to find out what was going on with her.
