“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” She spoke. “About grades?” I asked, on the way to the office. “No...About friends.” The way to the hall grew hazy and I felt myself about to faint. I wish I did, then I wouldn’t have to speak. “Yes.” I tried to keep my voice sane. I strained to keep myself from looking back to Cassie. “You told me everything was okay with you and your friends.” She said. We were walking slow, but I wanted to run extremly far away from here. And I would’ve, but she would hold me back. I knew it. I nodded, not knowing what to say. I sped up a little to keep up with her. I decided I would deny anything and everything. I would not be weak. Teachers always pried things out of me, they take advantage of my honesty which always killed me. Not this time. “Your mother is here.” She said, not knowing what my reaction would be. I tried to keep it cool, because I would’ve screamed. They know now, everything. My mom told them everything. I stepped into the tiny room, and surely my mother was sitting there. I wanted to yell at her, but I couldn’t. She stood up and hugged me painfully tight, there were tears in her eyes, staring at her daughter and the scary things people have done to her. She wasn’t disapointed in me, no. It was everything that happened to me. It made me disapointed in myself. “Have a seat, honey.” The conselor spoke. Many a time I have sat in here to talk about unimportant things. This time, I forced myself to sit. “What’s going on, honey?” She spoke. She kept calling me honey to make it seem like she wanted to help. But I knew nobody, not even her, could help me now. I shrugged. I wouldn’t tell her. My mom began. “Lara. You have to tell her the truth.” “I already know everything.” She added. And I knew she did. But this wasn’t fair. “You have to tell them.” My mom forced. Tears came to my eyes, which made me upset. “I don’t want to do this.” I said. I was being weak. They wouldn’t get it this easy. “You have to, honey. Please. You’re not going to get in trouble. We’re here to help. You’re not going to get expelled or in trouble. We just want to know what is going on so we can help. Because I could tell how afraid you are, it’s no way to live. Did somebody tell you that if you told anyone, you would get hurt?” How did she know this? “Please don’t make me do this.” I pleaded. “You have to, honey.” I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. “I don’t want to do this.” I repeated, because they wouldn’t understand. “It’s okay, Lara. Did someone threaten you? Lara...Look at me.” I honestly couldn’t look up. I continued bawling. I tried to stop, but I knew I was already ruined. I wiped my eyes, looking back at my hands which were drenched with wet mascara. I looked to her, forcibly. “You’re not in trouble. Now can you tell me what happened?” She said as sweetly as possible. I covered my face again, she handed me a box of tissues which didn’t even seem like enough. Nothing could stop me now. “Can I ask you something?” I finally managed to say. “Sure.” She didn’t know what she was in for. I wiped my face a little, clearing up. “Where’s Maya?” I wanted to know. The conselor sat, leaned forward, with her hands folded. She was let down because she couldn’t answer it. “I can’t tell you that, honey.” I began crying harder. I didn’t want to end up like Maya. “Is she okay?” I felt like it was the next best thing to ask. She didn’t answer, she just stared, not wanting to answer, but it was the least she could do. “She’s getting help.” She replied. I couldn’t stand it. I was going to vomit all over them, both. But I held it down. “Will you explain everything?” She finally said. I had to; there was no other way out.