That next morning I could barely pull myself out of bed so I didn’t bother. It wasn’t like anyone wanted me there anyway. I would have asked Savana to take a note up to the office, but she had already left so I just went back to sleep.
A couple minutes after the bell rang I heard a knock on my door.
“Can I come in?” It was Ellen.
“What’s wrong Joy?” She asked
“I don’t feel good.”
“That’s understandable, but why didn’t you tell someone you wouldn’t be coming?”
“Savana wasn’t here, and I didn’t feel like getting up,”
Ellen sat down in the chair. “Is everything alright?”
I thought about just telling her that I was sick so I wouldn’t have to tell her about the girls picking on me, but I told the truth. “A few girls have been picking on me because of my illness.”
“You know, you can’t let them hurt you.” She told me. “You have to decide that you don’t care about they they are saying.”
“Sure.” I said sarcastically.
“I have to go now,” She said. “but if you need me I’m here for you,”