said miserably. âIâm sorry. I really didnât mean it.â
âIâm sorry, too,â Ms. Keyes said. âNow if you donât mind, I have to go call Mattâs mother to tell her whatâs happened.â She went into her private office, leaving Emma alone with the cop.
The cuffs made Emmaâs hands and arms feel numb. She fidgeted in the hard plastic chair. The cop kept looking at her like she was some kind of rabid animal.
Maybe I am
, she thought.
Emmaâs mom came into the office. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. The cop pointed at the empty chair next to Emma. Her mom went to sit down, but stopped short.
âAre the handcuffs really necessary? Sheâs only twelve.â
âIâm sorry, maâam, but we have to in situations like this,â said the cop, but he didnât sound sorry at all.
Emmaâs mom sat beside her. Emma tried to hide her hand, but it was no use. Her momâs eyes went wide when she saw the claws. âEmma, whatâs happened to you? Why didnât you tell me?â
Emma didnât answer. She didnât know what to say. She looked at the floor.
âWhat if you go to jail? Did you think about that before playing around with magic? Did you have any clue at all what you were doing?â
âThey donât send kids to jail,â Emma said softly. She knew that much.
âThey donât send
human
kids to jail,â her mom whispered. Then she started to cry.
The cop sighed.
âIâm sorry. I didnât know about the claws.â Emma didnât know what else to say. She wished theyâd go away so she didnât have to look at them. So that her mom didnât have to look at them. So that the cop would stop scowling at her. She didnât want to hurt anyone, they had to believe that. Maybe she could get them taken out, or filed down. She forced herself to look at them. Why was it so hard to remember what her hand had felt like without claws? She tried harder, recalling what it was like to move her fingers, to curl her hand up and open it again.
Finally, the claws slid back into her palm, leaving ugly slits where theyâd pierced her skin.
The door to the principalâs office opened. âMrs. Vu?â Ms. Keyes called. âPlease come in.â
Emma, her mom, and the cop all followed Ms. Keyes into her office and sat down in front of her desk.
âWeâve just heard from the nurse that Matthewâs eye wasnât damaged in the attack. He may, unfortunately, have scars, though she doesnât know how bad theyâll be. As Iâm sure Emma has told you, Mrs. Vu, we have a strict zero-tolerance weapons policy. The consequences of that are expulsion and a mark on her permanent record.â
Ms. Keyes held up a hand to stop Emmaâs momâs protests. âI may be able to convince the board to overlook the weapons charge, since the claws are clearly part of Emmaâs hand: She couldnât very well leave them at home. So Iâll see what I can do to keep this incident off the record,
if
you agree to withdraw Emma from school. We pride ourselves on running a simple school, Mrs. Vu. Weâre not equipped to deal with a . . .â Ms. Keyes hesitated â. . . child like Emma. I have the paperwork all ready.â She slid a stack of forms across the desk. Her voice softened. âI think this is best for Emma and the other students, donât you?â
âBut whereâs she supposed to go?â Emmaâs mom asked, her voice fierce. âShe still has to go to school. She still has the right to an education.â
âHomeschooling is one option,â Ms. Keyes said. âThere are also alternative schools for children like Emma.â
âCrag schools, you mean,â Emmaâs mom said.
âI never used the word crag, Mrs. Vu. However, clearly an all-human environment such as this is not the best place for Emma. Think about it,
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