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"I'll be all right, Jimmy," I insisted again before starting toward my math class.
"I'd like to know who did it!" he called after me. "Just so I could wring her neck." He said it loud enough for everyone who was left in the hallway to hear.
As soon as I entered class, the teacher called me to his desk.
"You're Dawn Longchamp, I assume," he said.
"Yes, sir." I looked at the class, and of course, all the students were looking at me, smiles on their faces. "Well, we'll introduce ourselves later. Mrs. Turnbell wants to see you immediately," he said.
"The Longchamp girl is here," Mrs. Turnbell's secretary announced as I entered the reception room. I heard Mrs. Turnbell say, "Send her in." The secretary stepped back and I entered.
Mrs. Turnbell's gaze was icy as she asked me to explain what had happened.
With my stomach jumping up and down and my voice shaking, I told her how I had come out of the shower and found my clothing in the toilet.
"Why would anyone do that to a new girl?" she asked. I didn't respond. I didn't want to get into any more trouble with the other girls, and I knew that was exactly what would happen if I mentioned the smoke.
But she knew already!
"You don't have to explain. Mrs. Allen told me how you turned in Clara Sue Cutler for smoking."
"I didn't turn her in. I saw smoke coming from this locker and—"
"Now, listen to me," Mrs. Turnbell ordered, leaning over her desk, her pale face going first pink, then red. "The other students at this school have been brought up in fine homes and have a head start on how to get along with other people. But that doesn’t mean I will allow you and your brother to come in here and disrupt everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said hoarsely, tears choking me. Coldly Mrs. Turnbell eyed me and shook her head.
"Going around to class in a gym uniform," she muttered. "You march right out of here and go directly to the laundry and wait for your clothing to be washed and dried."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Go on. Get dressed and back to your classes as soon as possible," she commanded with a wave of her hand.
I hurried out, wiping the tears away as I ran through the hallway and down to the laundry. When I put on my dress again, it was so wrinkled it looked like I had been sitting on it. But there was nothing I could do.
I hurried up to make my English class. When I got there several students looked disappointed to see me in regular clothing again. Only Louise looked relieved. When our gazes met, she smiled and then looked away quickly. At least for now, my ordeal had ended.
After English class, Louise caught up with me at the doorway.
"I'm sorry they did that to you!" she cried. "I just want you to know I wasn't part of it."
"Thank you."
"I should have warned you right away about Clara Sue. For some reason most of the girls do what she tells them to."
"If she did this, it was a very mean thing to do. I told her I was sorry."
"Clara Sue always gets her way," Louise said. "Maybe she won't bother you anymore. Come on, I'll go with you to lunch."
"Thank you," I said. A few other students said hello to me and smiled, but for the most part Louise was the only raft for me to cling to in unfamiliar waters.
The cafeteria was fancier than any I'd ever seen. Here the seats and tables looked plush and comfortable. The walls were painted light blue, and the tiled floor was an off-white. The students picked up their trays and silverware at an area just before the serving counter and proceeded to the awaiting cashier.
I saw Clara Sue Cutler sitting with some of the other girls from our gym class. They all laughed when they set eyes on me.
"Let's sit over there," Louise said, indicating an empty table away from them.
"Just a minute," I said and marched up to Clara Sue's table. The girls all turned in surprise.
