"Hello, Myka," Stephanie said, approaching the teenage girl. She naturally felt protective of the high school students in general (which was a good attribute to have, if the principal decided to make her the new assistant principal), but she felt more for Myka, more akin to motherly concern. Obviously, she wasn't Myka's mother, but being a close friend of the family, she felt like she should be a good influence on the girl. After all, it wasn't like Linda (Myka's real mother) was any help in the matter. She had known Linda since college, so she remembered how much of a bitch she was back then. Having a family had softened her a bit, but she was still manipulative, having used her sexuality and ruthlessness to get ahead at her job. That wasn't the best example for a teenage girl like Myka. Or Gena or Zendaya, for that matter. It was why she felt it was almost like her duty to make sure they didn't head down the same path. These days, Linda was more focused on work than her family anyway, so it was easy for Stephanie to play surrogate mother. And Linda's husband James didn't seem to mind, whenever he was around. He traveled for work a lot.
"Oh, uh ..." Myka said, not sure who she was. Oh, she had seen her in the main office not too long ago, and she might have seen her at the middle school ... briefly? But she wasn't sure ... no ... on second thought, she did look kind of familiar, but someone much older than ...
"Hi, Miss Wright," Myka's friend (whose name was Amy, she discovered) said.
Myka's eyes went wide. Oh my god! That was Stephanie Wright. One of Zoe's Goth friends. Or, at least she was, back in some distant reality that only Myka remembered. Was she ... a teacher at this school or something? She looked like she might be a teacher. But why was she singling Myka out?
"I know you only have two classes left before the end of the day, so I was wondering if you needed a ride home," Stephanie said.
Usually she either took the bus or had her mom take her home, but that was back when she was a 10-year old boy named Mikey. Now, she was a teenage girl in high school, a freshman. Things were different now. But why was Stephanie, or rather Miss Wright, wanting to personally drive her home? Wasn't that kind of strange?
