LET'S BREAK UP.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. I stared at the email on my phone with trepidation. SLOANE BISHOP, You are expected to be at the office of the principal the moment you see this email. Default attracts a sanction. It was vague, but enough to send me spiraling, as my mind played different images.....what could this be about? The bell rang, signaling the end of Literature class, and I got up on shaky legs. Heading out the door, the voice of someone calling my name stops me in my tracks. Turning around, I grip onto the strap of my bag with tight fingers and clutched my books to my chest as my glasses slipped from my face slightly. I was sweating so much, my palms shook with the force of my tension. "Sloane, dear, come here. I have something to tell you about." The literature teacher, Ms Vale, said, and I walked to her plush desk with feigned control. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered and stopped in front of her desk. She looks up at me with a warm smile, as her eyes shone with something I could not deciph