BURN THE GIRLS - Chapter 6
Constance waited impatiently for her guidance counselor, Mr. Holcomb, to open his office door. She was there against her will, summoned after her disruption of Mr. Buchanan’s class. She never cared for guidance counselors. They were all the same in her eyes, motivated to feed kids with money into expensive colleges and the rest of the student body into local service industries. She didn’t fit their mold, and she felt they had nothing to offer her. When times were rough, she kept to herself; she didn’t need a stranger to lean on.
The office door opened, expiring the conversation between Mr. Holcomb and a severely undersized freshman boy. The kid clung to a small stack of textbooks with both arms, his eyes and surrounding skin appeared red from tears. Constance assumed the young academic had experienced a tough time acclimating to the cruel environment of his new school and needed to vent. Her heart sank for him.
Mr. Holcomb towered in the doorway as the diminutive boy quickly strode through the main office waiting area to the hall door. The kid struggled to pull the heavy door open with one hand while clutching his books to his chest with the other. The cacophony of teens moving between classes in the hall filled the quiet office with wild sounds. Then, the door shut as the poor freshman disappeared into the jungle that was the hallway. He was never seen again, she thought and smiled.
“Come on in, Constance.” Mr. Holcomb turned and took his seat behind his desk, leaving the door open for her. She walked into the unremarkable office and took a seat in the chair directly across from him. The beige painted cinderblock walls and dingy false ceiling clashed with the new carpet and modern desk. A triangular wooden nameplate, a single notepad, and a small globe stood alone on the desktop.
Mr. Holcomb was a large, kind man. He was also the first black man she’d seen in a position of authority since moving to the more rural side of the county, where this was a rare sight. She liked him, she just didn’t appreciate these circumstances.
He furrowed his brow. “You don’t want to shut the door?”
“I don’t have much to say, and I don’t plan to be here long,” she said.
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