Page 70 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

As soon as we stepped inside and headed to the principal’s office,
I noticed two familiar faces already waiting—Samantha and Joan from

my class.

“Sorry,” Dad started. “Are we late?”
“Oh no, not at all! Please have a seat.” Principal Gabrielle smiled.

We sat next to the two other students, and while we were waiting
for the new student, I took out my iPad and started playing a racing

game. It’s actually called MS Car Racing, and it was originally made
in the city where I was born and used to live—Marseille, where my

mom probably is…

Anyway, after waiting for about fifteen minutes for the new
student, they finally arrived. And it was a boy.

A tall, lean boy with that effortlessly French look stood just a few

feet away, wearing a watercolor–patterned shirt that somehow made
basketball shorts look classy. His cologne—soft, clean, a little

addictive—lingered in the air between us. I could’ve stared for hours.
There was something about him that made it hard to look away. Beside

him stood a woman who had to be his mom, her expression tense, like
she was holding onto a worry she didn’t want to share out loud.

“Sorry, we’re late. There was a huge traffic jam on the way.”

“Oh, no worries!” Principal Gabrielle stood up. We all greeted him
and his mother. Then the principal took five minutes to talk about his

class, extracurricular activities, and responsibilities he needed to know.
Afterward, the principal didn’t linger to chat and decided to start

the assistant thing. But it was just us—the three of us. The parents

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