Performing Arts
The office is a windowless gray cell. The vice-principal across the desk from me says, "A one-week suspension is automatic."
Max put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "C'mon. You're not giving up already, are you?"
"Already?" said Sam. "I've tried everything! It's hopeless."
"You haven't tried everything. Have you talked to the clowns yet? You'd be a natural with them."
"Thanks a lot."