Colour me brave

Amelia Forbes

I had gotten to the bus on time. And now I was in second period trying not to fall asleep as Mr Redmey droned on and on about something.

An hour later the class was over. I nearly cried out loud in joy, grabbing my books. For some reason I felt very sleepy, but I'd been fighting to control myself. Was it the baby? Or was the class just really boring?

I placed a finger on my temple, willing my thoughts to go away. As I got up and trudged to the door, Mr Redmey called out, "Amelia?"

I turned around in surprise and walked to his table. I secretly prayed it wasn't another debate he wanted me to participate in. I honestly had no energy for that.

"You have a meeting with Principal Harris in. . ." He looked at his watch. "Thirty minutes."

I concealed my frown. What was this about now? My grades? They'd gotten better since then, so what was it.