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*Pete Pov*
"Hello, Mr. Wentz?"
"This is he."
"Hello, I'm Marguerite Beah from the elementary school. Your son is Saint, correct?" The woman asked.
"Yes, sorry why are you calling?" Pete questioned.
"There was a ...um... incident, that involved Saint." At that Pete raised his eyebrows, Saint had never been in any kind of trouble before.
"Are you sure it was Saint, not Bronx?" Bronx was a bit more, rambunctious than the school seemed necessary.
"Yes sir, I'm sure. Are you available to come in to talk about what happened with Ms. Vennemayer today after school?" She asked him getting a bit impatient.
"Yes, of course, what time? About three, or later?" Pete told her.
"Three is fine, we'll call you if we need to switch times." She informed him, and with that she hung up.
"Well, that was rude." Pete said aloud. He still had no idea what Saint could have possibly done, he was always such a good kid. And how much trouble could a second grader possibly get into.
