After a pause that stretched unbearably, the principal sighed. “Very well. She may stay until the term ends. But our new head will arrive soon, and discipline will be stricter. I won’t be here to shield her anymore.” Relief and dread collided in Carol’s chest.
That evening, Carol confronted her daughter gently. “Please, Diane. Don’t push too far this time. I can’t fight forever for you. Just… try to be calmer, and not create such a ruckus.” Her voice wavered. Diane rolled her eyes but finally muttered, “Fine, Mom. I’ll try.” It wasn’t much, but it was hope.