Chapter Ten

Jayler

I stared blankly at the vintage looking crucifix hanging idly at the door of Sister Salvador’s office. The crucifix appeared as if it’s been hanging there for over a century or even more than that. It’s definitely looking not that dusty, perhaps it’s been receiving far better care than most of the other crucifix hanging at every classroom.

I wondered how many head nuns have been here before the time of Sister Salvador.

Was she the first and only cold-hearted nun to ever become the head of this Catholic school?

My heart began to race the moment I raised my hand to knock on the door. It became apparent to me that I’m not ready to face this moment quite yet. Still, I don’t have any other choice but to face this rather than delay it.

I paused for a moment and closed my eyes. I tried to search for a bit of courage and I may have found an iota of it. For once, I was hoping that the head of this school will cut me some slack and hopefully doesn’t end up pushing the expulsion. I took a