Crimson Paint
Unfortunately for Ava, all Mrs. Parker saw was the crimson paint splattered across her hair. They had made an agreement, and now, in the teacher’s eyes, it was broken. “I told you that this was your last chance, Ava,” Mrs. Parker said, her voice laced with frustration as she rubbed her brow. “These disruptions, they have to stop.”
“But I didn’t do anything wrong!” Ava insisted, though her voice was so faint it barely rose above a whisper.