46. Conversation

 #66Challenge

I made my pitch, my plea, for my creative writing classes back.

Of course, it all depends on numbers, blah blah.

I won't give up.

I'm going to remind the principal of his earlier promise. Yes, I consider it a promise.

I pulled out all the stops. Longevity. Three more years. Don't make me end this way.

If others can demand what they want, why can't I?

This is important. I need and want this. 

Honestly, I may not make it three more years otherwise.