Sixty Two

Melody's POV:

"Are you sure it was me, he called?" I asked the office assistant one more time.

She looked at me impatiently and nodded with a smile that was supposed to be polite.

"Okay." I muttered before making me way out.

Just as I had came out from the literature class, the office assistant had stopped me in the hallway asking me to come in the office. According to her, Mr Brown wanted me to see him in his office.

He's probably going to ask why I wasn't present in the session yesterday.

And I will probably lie.

"Come in, Ms Pierce." I heard his voice just as I stopped in front of the door.

Was he waiting for me all along?

Maybe he'll call dad in front of me and make sure I didn't skip lessons next time.

Whatever it was, I still made my way inside. The room was just like the other day I came here. The shelf lined with books about sciences and psychology. The clear glass desk with the black globe situated in the corner. And right behind it was Mr Brown seated on the plush green chai