"I think you should transfer." He says, to me that sounded less of a death sentence.
"But it is not like they are going to stay in the school forever. I can hold out until then. I'm not weak.
So please? Promise me you won't say a word to mom. Huh?" I plead hopefully, desperately.
"I really wish I can. But no one would turn away from this. Not even a stranger. Let alone a parent." He has got a point. But that is not what would be right for me.
I hold my hands together. "I know that. But I'm asking you to please?" He huffs, he still has that unyielding look in his eyes. Full of rage and pity. This is not getting anywere. Anger spikes up in my veins. An outburst rips out of me before I have time to realize it. "If you want to help, then this is how!
You think I don't have any sense of danger?
I do. And I'm telling you it isn't that bad enough to get me quitting." I almost yell,
