Diane shifted uncomfortably. “So I’m… not expelled?” The principal’s lips curved faintly. “Not today. But your choices decide tomorrow.” Diane nodded again, slower this time, seriousness replacing her usual mockery. For once, she looked like a child—not invincible, but vulnerable, capable of change.
The meeting ended with a final glance—principal to mother, mother to daughter. No words could capture the weight of what had passed. As they left the office, the air felt lighter, yet heavier all at once. The cycle had been exposed, and breaking it was now their burden.