(Amaia)
Taking the seat opposite him, I quickly begin, "If it's about eating breakfast late, it's entirely my fault, Sir. Kacir had to wait for me and we got late," I lie, hoping Kacir is not in trouble because he is the one who ordered food.
Slowly, the headmaster shakes his head.
"It's not about that. On weekends you people have the liberty to wake up late. An entirely different issue I want to discuss," he says calmly and leans back into the chair. It creaks under his shifting weight.
My heart slowly picks up the pace and I wonder what he is about to say. So many questions run through my brain.
Did Alnilam tell on me?
Or maybe Huradis contacted them and asked for my return.
It could also be Tarian.
But what the headmaster says leaves me baffled.
"I haven't heard my son laugh in a very long time. What you accomplished today, no one could have for the past two years. Now I can see why he is attached to you."
Son? Did he say son? Does he mean Kacir?
Oh my gosh.
