One after the other - missys sob story

Chapter Seven

I still have Riley's phone number, I thought to myself.
"Missy! MISSY! I've been calling your name. Guidance wants to see you," Said my English Language Arts teacher, "Go to miss Deliah's office." I didn't even know there was a miss Deliah here. It's so similar to Delilah, it hurts. I started feeling almost sick, so, without a word, I hurried out to guidance.
"Miss, um, D called down for me..?" I told missus Williams, the woman who sat at the front desk in the office. She had nearly white hair with blonde ends, and she dress-coded my friend, Austin, every day.
"First door to your right, kid," She looked back at her computer grimly, as if she didn't just give a group of kids cake with a smile on her face.
"Thanks," I replied as I walked to said door. The door was tall and thin, much like the lockers, but not quite as thin, and the handle was slippery and small.
"Es pequeno, huh?" My spanish teacher creeped up behind me, pulling up my sleeve so I don't show my shoulder as she walked away.
"Hi," I mumbled in a monotone voice, no expression on my face, "Bye." I grabbed the small handle, then twisted and pulled, though my hand slipped off, trying to open it. I heard quiet footsteps scrambling to the door right before the door opened wide.
"Apologies, kid, happens to everyone!" The woman gestured me in, locking the door behind me.