A few hours later between classes I confronted her in the library, when I did she instantly broke up with me. I kept asking for why, a reason, anythin... and all she could say was " Sorry,...he kept pressuring me, and, I kinda wanted it.".I remember she had this devil-may-care attitude about the whole situation, complete with a few shoulder shrugs and eye rolls. After a bit we both just fell into silence and stared at each other.Then abruptly with a fake smile she said, "Anything else?". "No," I. I could bring us all up to interview in a week if y’all tell me y’all can schedule us all. And yes, we’d fly.”Then she added, “I apologize, but I don’t think I caught your name and what position would I be interviewing for?“Terribly sorry,” the voice responded,” my name is Agnetha Svensdotter, and I was drafted to be acting superintendent when pretty much all the administration and faculty were extracted. We recently filled the high school principal opening. Would you rather be considered for. "Sure. Doesn't Papa Ben want to come along?" No. Just you and me." Oh. She wanted to talk. To me."What do you think of George's girlfriends?" I asked. We trudged toward the path."George might finally have more than he can handle. But I have a feeling he's going to make a valiant effort." She laughed a little and when we reached the gravel path she took off her shoes. We walked along silently until we reached the colored pebbles and white chain that marked the beginning of the river. I picked up. She wanted nothing more than to sink her fingers into her gash and bring herself off again, but with her mother just feet away, she knew she couldn't get away with it. Maybe she could take care of herself at the beach in one of the changing huts.Her mother climbed back in the car and off they went for the last leg of the drive. It had been a thirty minute drive to the beach and Olivia was primed and ready to erupt.The two girls found a nice spot on the beach with a good view of the scenery;.