Why did I do that? I was stupid. Thump. Now my head hurts too. Funny, my fist feels fine. I smile slightly.
The walk down to the office is rather tedious. I’m fine with that. I want the time. I’d rather delay being scoffed at by Principal Roberts. Boy can he tell you off. Not that I’d really know. I’m a first-timer.
Beside me is the person that knows my situation best, Gregory Orwell. There’s a little mark on his right cheek. I think you can figure out how he got that. Well, it’s time. I trudge into the office.