Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows novel Chapter 7

This was my favorite, my most respected Ms. Costa. She’d secretly slip me stationery under the pretense of encouragement.

She’d always stand up for me, arguing fiercely with the principal just to secure a scholarship for a student in need—me. When she caught me skipping lunch, she’d quietly slide her chicken drumstick onto my plate. She kept an eye on my wellbeing in class, making sure I wasn’t treated unfairly. But now, she was hurting because of me.

In a split second, I found a surge of courage I didn’t know I had, and I rushed forward without thinking. I yanked the teacher aside and stood protectively in front of her. I screamed at my dad to get lost, calling him a brute. A stinging slap landed across my face, leaving half of it numb and a trickle of blood at my lip’s edge. My ears rang with the aftermath.

My first thought was, “Thank goodness I stepped in. But now, the flower I folded for the teacher will never reach her.”

It was Teacher’s Day, yet I felt unworthy of being her student.

Finally, security arrived and dragged my dad away. I slowly lifted my head and met the gazes of those around me—gazes I couldn’t quite decipher. They hadn’t done anything, yet I felt as exposed as if I’d been stripped bare. That slap shattered Ms. Costa’s authority and my dignity, taking with it the last bit of protection I had.