Rendezvous

12 February 04 : 12.02 AM

When my mom spoke to Ms. Teo, my form teacher over the telephone, I just kept crying and crying.

When she passed the phone to me, I was too choked to say a word.

"Vicki, you don't have to cry," Ms. Teo told me.

"I know," I struggled to say.

"It's fine, It's fine, okay?" She said.

"Tomorrow, the counsellor will talk to you okay? Just come to school, everything will be fine." She was doing a horrible job of coaxing actually.

I nodded, knowing she knows I know.