Not at me.
At the absurdity of the situation.
The principal extended his hand.
“Would you allow me to escort you to your seat?”
My legs felt weak.
But I nodded.
The entire auditorium watched as he guided me down the aisle.
Past rows of people.
Past teachers.
Past parents.
Past Vanessa.
Who suddenly seemed very interested in the floor.
When we reached the front row, the principal looked at the woman occupying my chair.
“Ma’am.”
That was all he needed to say.
The woman stood immediately.
