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The lunch recess monitor rushed in to tattle (God, I got sick of her), and Billy was sent into my office, again.

“Why are you here, Billy?” I asked the kid sitting with his legs sticking straight out of his seat.

“I was pwaying too hawd on(more)
The worst part was the people walking by. I tried to look upset - make my eyes water. Maybe then they'd think I had been bullied or hurt. I kicked at the grey synthetic carpet with my wet runners, slow dancing internally to the squeaky symphony.
I went to a private christian highschool so even though the principal's name was Fenema, almost nobody used the obvious nickname. Saying "Principal Enema" would have gotten you skinned alive, or so we thought. Though nobody knew for sure how far punishment from the new principal might go. He(more)