While they ate, she mostly just listened as her parents talked about people and events that were foreign to her while she thought about her day. True, she wouldn’t be attending class, but she would at least get a look at the school. “How big is it?” she asked, accidentally interrupting her father in mid-speech. This occurred to her as silence settled on the room. Instantly she turned red and shook her head. “Sorry. I was thinking and not paying attention.”
Her father nodded slowly. “Need a reminder?”
“No.” Oh, please no. Not a spanking right before school. Those were the worst kind, trying to act like everything was normal when her behind was going up in flames.
“All right. I’ll give you a freebie this morning.” Turning back to her mother, he picked up from where he left off as Kathy forced herself to eat. Getting out of a spanking for interrupting was a miracle. Gerald despised rudeness in any form. And she agreed with him. If she had been paying attention, she wouldn’t have done it. “Kathy?” Blinking, she looked up realizing he was speaking to her.
“Yes?” What did she miss? Had he said her name more than once?
His lips quirked. “Your mind is all over the place this morning. I was just asking what question did you want answered.”
“Oh, I just wondered how big the school was.”
“Chet says the school is pretty small. But you’re used to that. The students are bussed in from twenty miles away, so it doesn’t start until nine and ends at four.” He continued, but Kathy’s mind clicked onto the four p.m. School was out at four and she had to be in bed by nine? She’d never get anything done. “—so there aren’t the kinds of events you’re used to. There’s a football team and a basketball team. And your uncle says the girls’ senior year is very important. Besides the state assigned English, math, and science, you’ll have classes to help you with your life once you graduate.”
“Like what?” In her last high school there had been a class to introduce students to college. That would be kind of fun. At some point she hoped to marry and take care of the home like her mother did, but she also wanted to do something more. Going to college sounded like the perfect way to figure out what that something might be.
“Home Ec is one, not sure of the others. Since you’ll be eighteen, I believe you’re also given the choice of early release, but he said that depended on a few other things.”
Early release? Score! If given the option, she would take it.