My darling daughter, my Little One. I am sorry that your middle finger got smashed at the ice rink this morning. I know it is painful. I am also sorry (for you) that I had to take your cell phone. I did not take it away because you called your mom, but because dirty clothes were piled 3 layers deep in your bathroom when you were about to leave for school and you promised me that you had cleaned your bathroom last night. It stinks, but don't tell me stories.
Little One, I want to know what is bothering you at school that makes you visit the nurse's office so often and beg to come home. You didn't like your last school where you were a minority, but you excelled academically and had friends and were active in extracurricular activities. We moved to a new school this year, and you have also done very well with your grades, seem to have friends, and are involved in clubs and such.
So what is it? You have mentioned some run-ins with your "nemesis", Sarah Grace, but I thought that it had been sorted out. I know that middle school is a new, scary and challenging environment. For what it's worth, I hated it, too. High school was a little better, but mostly because college was the light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know what I can do to help, but I need you to tell me what is really bothering you so we can work together to fix it. Home school is not an option.
With love,
Your confused and worried Dad
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