My Daughter ‘Went to School’ Every Morning – Then Her Teacher Called and Said She’d Been Skipping for a Whole Week, So I Followed Her the Next Morning

They drove toward the outskirts of town.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

I was out of my car so fast that I didn’t even close the door behind me.

I marched toward the pickup truck. Emily saw me first. She was laughing at something he’d said, but her smile dropped the moment we made eye contact.

I marched up to the driver’s side window and rapped my knuckles against the glass.

Slowly, the window lowered.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“Hey, Zoe, what are you doing—”

“Following you.” I braced my hands against the door. “What are you doing? Emily is supposed to be in school, and why on earth are you driving this? Where’s your Ford?”

“Well, I took it to the panel beater, but they didn’t—”

I sharply raised my hand. “Emily first. Why are you helping her cut school? You’re her father, Mark, you should know better.”

Emily leaned forward. “I asked him to, Mom. It wasn’t his idea.”

“But he still went along with it. What are you two up to?”

“Why are you helping her cut school?”

Mark raised his hands in a placating gesture. “She asked me to pick her up because she didn’t want to go—”

“That’s not how life works, Mark! You don’t just opt out of the ninth grade because you don’t feel like it.”

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