Monday arrived with a sense of foreboding. The PTA meeting was held in a small, stuffy room at the back of the school, barely large enough to contain the tension that buzzed between parents and faculty. I spotted Mr. Grant at the far end, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the room.
The chair, Mrs. Lin, began with the usual pleasantries, but the atmosphere was charged. « We are here to discuss the recent policy amendment, » she announced, her voice attempting to cut through the murmurs. « It’s important for us all to be on the same page. »
I watched as a slide presentation flickered to life, detailing the scope of the amendment. It was all there in black and white, but the implications felt like a shadow creeping over us. I raised my hand, a question forming on my lips, but Mrs. Lin’s gaze was firm. « Questions will be addressed at the end, » she said with a practiced smile.
As the presentation continued, I noticed a few exchanged glances, whispers that seemed to carry more weight than the slides. The room felt smaller, the air thinner. A parent beside me leaned in, her voice barely a whisper, « Do you think it’s because of the incident? »
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