After I was missing for two days, my homeroom teacher, Mr. Read, called. My mother answered the phone agitatedly.“She flunked her test, so I gave her a piece of my mind. She threw a fit and ran off. I was actually about to ask you which boys in her class she’s close with? Do you think she crashed at one of their houses?”On the other end of the line, Mr. Read briefly paused in surprise.“Mrs. Cardenas, all the other students are here in class today, and no one knows anything about Tristy’s situation. Right now, the priority is bringing her home safely.”My mother grew displeased. She raised her voice and said irritably, “I’ll tell you what I want to know! Why didn’t you warn me her grades were dropping? Now, you’re deflecting my questions about who she’s hanging out with. Are you intentionally out to get Tristy?”Mr. Read was momentarily taken aback. After he pondered for a few seconds, he responded in a cool, firm tone, “Mrs. Cardenas, I get that you’re worried sick about Tris
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