***
A few days later, the school held a meeting.
Parents and students both spoke. And the truth came out the way it always does.
The complaints didn’t hold up.
The timing didn’t add up.
The pattern became obvious.
The school held a meeting.
***
I got a call that afternoon.
“Lucy,” Principal Johnson said, his tone careful now, “we’d formally like to invite you back.”
I smiled.
“I’ll be there Monday.”
***
When I walked into my classroom again, it felt right.
Andrea was already seated.
She looked up at me.
I set my bag down and walked to her.
“We’re starting fresh.”
She nodded and opened her notebook.
“I’ll be there Monday.”
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