Regrets
Michael wiped his hands on his jeans. Sucked in a few deep breaths. He waited until his nerves calmed. He pulled the double glass doors open. He entered the high school office, most of the secretaries had gone home. Tomorrow is the last day of school. Michael walked up to the counter, wide and shiny as a new penny, when Mrs. Harbaugh noticed him. ‘What may I do for you, Michael?’ ‘Nothing really.’ She smiled politely as she always had for the last four years he’s attended school. Her...