Before this attitude, she helped a kid to get out of a family where both parents were addicts. Six months later, the student got high breaking her arm and ankle. She was emotionally damaged for that and went into debt because of her divorce. Her husband had blamed her for what went down. She became out for herself.
“Jason told me to leave for the day after I requested money for art supplies.” Margaret flopped her wavy brown hair over her shoulders. Her creamy-colored skin came from her Hispanic heritage. Her petite face pushed her eyes closer than normal. Her oversized body gave inviting milk and cookie or mommy spirit.
“Will you be able to open up the center for me after school,” Brice asked. Getting her to do something for you could be like putting a square into a triangle. Best time to ask her for help was when she asked for something first.
“I’ll have to check and see if one of my students can help you.” Margaret lowered her voice, scratching her pinkie. Then she snatched two school flyers from her mailbox.
“Tell the student I’m willing to drop him or her off.” Brice reached for his mail.
“You’re dealing with my problem today,” Margaret said, stepping into the hallway.
Brice swallowed, trying not to speak to her, strolling to Jason’s door. He touched the golden door knob. A miniature glass window set above his name, with a brown construction paper covering it. Charm his secretary, Brice thought, trying a hip hop style walk to the counter that had the secretaries’ desks behind it The desks lined up in two rows adjacent to Jason’s office. Damn a Rolex and gold chain would work perfect to impress her. She resembled the type. “I need to talk to Jason."
“Principal Jason is in, he’s just not seeing anyone before class,” she said, lifting her head and pointing to his door. “You can get yelled at, not me.”
“Buzz him for me, please.” Brice marched to his door. She burst with laughter.
She was straight out of high school and could pass as Jason’s daughter. Brice twisted the door knob and tapped the door with his knuckle. No answer. He ducked his head inside. Jason concentrated on the two police cars parked under the sign Drug Free Zone in the front of the school. People ought to buy those and put them everywhere. They are more like decoration. Gun Free Zone and Killing Free Zone should be added to the sign.
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