Fatal Frequency
My classmates turned their glares on him and Chloe.
Grandma wiped a tear from her cheek, her voice trembling.
"Oh, Sylvie, this is all my fault. I thought the shoes were pretty, so I made you wear them. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been expelled."
The room went deadly quiet.
The reporters looked up, confused. "Expelled? What do you mean, expelled?"
"Why is Sylvie getting expelled over a pair of shoes?"
Grandma's finger trembled with rage as she pointed at Mr. Carter. "He claims that just because Sylvie wears designer brands, she isn't poor! He's not only denying her the financial aid grant, but he's also trying to kick her out of college!"