Report Card
By Wakefield Mahon

“Sanjana, what are you doing in the closet?”
No answer.
“Young lady, I don’t feel like playing today. I’ve had a very long day; just tell me what you are hiding for.”
Her slender brown hand appeared around the side of the door and pointed.
I followed her gesture to the coffee table. “Oh I see. You got your report card today. You’ve been doing so well, what’s wrong?”
I opened the envelope and smiled. The yellow note read “Transfer requested.”
Sanjana paced nervously in front of me, head down.
“Silly girl, you’ve been accepted to the mystic sciences class.”

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