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Wells entered the library. “Ms. Pitt. Might I have a word with you?”
    I finally pulled away and Milly looked relieved. “A word?”
    â€œMy office. Now.” He turned and left, and I knew I had to follow.

CHAPTER 8
    I sat Ms. Pitt’s posterior down into a seat across from Mr. Wells and peered around the room. The room’s greatest offense was definitely bad decor. Think fake wood paneling and lots of plaques and diplomas up on the wall. A few photos of Mr. Wells shaking hands with men in bad suits. Plus weird pictures of pointy-nosed creatures. His pet gerbils? The “Trust” and “Honesty” posters with the ubiquitous eagles and shots of mountain streams didn’t help the overall effect.
    Regardless, being in the principal’s office was terrifying. I had worked so hard my whole life to avoid this exact spot and now I was here—IN MY TEACHER’S BODY!
    It was anxiety inducing, to say the least.
    Mr. Wells stared at me with angry slits for eyes. I have no idea what Ms. Pitt had done prior to this to make him so hostile.
    â€œMs. Pitt,” he started. I guess I didn’t respond immediately—after all, it’s not my name. I stared blankly for a second and snapped to.
    â€œWhat? Oh. Yeah?”
    â€œThis morning I have seen you in two different circumstances in which you were acting decidedly… off .” He took his time with the “off.”
    â€œYeah, well…it’s been a rough morning.” Which was the biggest understatement of the year, I thought bitterly.
    â€œAre you particularly nervous about the English department interview today? Perhaps that is jangling your nerves?” I know he wanted to sound diplomatic and concerned, but he was mostly suspicious.
    â€œThe interview is the least of my problems, trust me,” I said.
    â€œIs it?”
    A weird silence followed, which was broken by a small tap on the door. Mr. Wells wasn’t used to being interrupted, that was obvious. “Yes?”
    Mr. Hudson opened the door a crack and popped his head in. He gave a nice smile to me and I thought he had such sweet eyes. Or maybe that was just in comparison to Mr. Wells’s snakelike stare.
    â€œHey there. Sorry to interrupt…but I just wanted tomake sure everything was okay in here.”
    â€œI’m having a chat with Ms. Pitt. Does this concern you?”
    â€œWell, you see…” Mr. Hudson got red in the face again. It was kind of adorable. “Not really. No. I guess it doesn’t concern me directly but I had heard, you know, that Ms. Pitt was having a bad day and a little stressed and that you wanted to see her…”
    Mr. Wells was about to explode but Mr. Hudson continued with his rambling explanation. “And I just wanted to say that for the record, Ms. Pitt is a terrific teacher.”
    â€œI’m sure Ms. Pitt appreciates your vote of confidence, but this is a private matter between Ms. Pitt and myself. Thank you.”
    Mr. Hudson had no choice but to close the door. He gave a heartfelt little grin on his way out. At least some adults were civil!
    â€œIt seems you have a loyal following, Ms. Pitt.” Mr. Wells smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile at all. “Is there anything wrong, anything you’d like to discuss or share…a grievance or concern?”
    â€œNot particularly…” I think he’d be happy if I admitted I like the taste of bat blood or something—he WANTED something tragic or a big admission on my part.
    â€œYou’ve always struck me as an… emotional person —”
    â€œIs that a bad thing?” Ms. Pitt was emotive, sure, but it wasn’t like she was a bad person, which was the serious undertone of this conversation.
    â€œNot necessarily, but a propensity for emotion can lead to uneven teaching styles.”
    Uneven teaching styles? How mean was that?
    He just half smiled and I felt my temples pound. He