Chapter <b>32 </b>
Arab’s eyes fickered with a hint of amusement as she replied, “The security guard just took my eptance letter he front gate. He said he was bringing it to the guidance counselor’s office to check the details. <b>Didn’t </b>you get it,
Morgan furrowed his brow. “No, I’ve been in the office all morning and haven’t seen any guarde by. But why on earth would you hand over something as important <b>as </b>your transfer notice to a security guard?”
Mob’s Matures darkened slightly, recalling how the guard by the <b>gates </b>had a strange look in his eyes when he
w her letter. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now it seemed like he had been walling for her, poised to snatch her nothication away<b>. </b>
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Aber a brief pause, Mirabe asked point–nk, “What happens if I don’t have the eptance letter?”
“Wout that letter, you can’t enroll at Parkside High School. If you don’t have It, I’m afraid you’ll have to <b>look </b>for another school Morgan replied, stating the school’s policy.
Not even if the school has a record of it?”
Morgan shook his <b>head </b>
Aright then, I get it” Mirabe said, <b>and </b>without another word, she turned on her <b>heel </b>and left.
Morgan watched her quick departure, momentarily stunned. By the time he gathered his thoughts, she was already out the door. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. ‘Students too proud for their own good,” he thought.
The school is better off without them.”
Minutester. Anthony burst into the room, “Morgan, <b>did </b><b>a </b>girl named Mirabee in to report today?” He paused, men added. “She’s a senior transfer student.<b>” </b>
Seeing the urgency in the principal’s demeanor, Morgan didn’t conceal the truth. “She dide, but she just left.”
Anthony rxed slightly, assuming she had already been directed to her ssroom. “As long <b>as </b>she’s reported in, thats fine. Ive got other things to handle, so I’ll be off.”
Confused by Anthony’s hasty entrance and exit. Morgan caught the tail end of his assumption and quickly corrected him. “No. Sir, Mirabe dide but left because she didn’t have her eptance letter.”
At this. Anthony wheeled around. “What did you say? She left? How could you let her go?”
Morgan, unsure why Anthony was so concerned about a transfer student, hesitated but recounted the earlier conversation, including the incident with the security guard. Anthony stamped his foot, frustrated, “Morgan, sometimes you’re too by–the–book. Do you have any idea who she is to the principal… Never mind. I need to go find her.”
As Morgan watched Anthony rush off again, the unfinished sentence echoed in his ears.
What rtion did she have to the principal? Was she a rtive, perhaps? Was this so–called transfer student, not a top scorer but rather the principal’s kin?
The more Morgan thought about it, the more convinced he became that he was right–no wonder the girl was so haughty and Anthony so anxious.
Morgan’s opinion of Mirabe plummeted<b>. </b>He despised <b>these </b>backdoor enrollees!
Leaving the guidance counselor’s office, Mirabe didn’t bother heading to the school entrance to confront the security guard. He had deliberately taken her transfer letter. Even if she <b>had </b>found him now, the document might’ve already been destroyed, and he could have denied everything, leaving her with no recourse.
Hence, Mirabe decided to head straight to the principal’s office<b>. </b>