I sit in the principles office alone in a hard desk chair. I can hear murmurs from the back. My knuckles are bleeding all over my sleeves. My eyes are swollen I don't know why. I don't think he hit me or her. I don't recall crying. May be it's my head about to explode from thoughts. My mother's going to kill me. The murmurs go silent and I begin to panic. What if I'm suspended, expelled, or sent to anger management. My hands start shaking uncontrollably. Panic sets in. I start crying and tears mix with blood. I hear footsteps in the hallway and the boy, Ean walks through holding a blow soaked towel on his face. I look up at him. He's crying more than I am.
The principal walks out not 20 seconds later. "Anything you want to say young man?" The principal must have a witness back in her office.
He looks at me and leans in, "woof." He speaks slow. The principal raises her eyebrow. She doesn't understand.
"Do you have anything to say young lady?" I stay quiet. "Of course you don't. I called your mom she will be picking you up in about 20 minutes and you have a three day suspension and one month with the counselor."
I almost start crying again. I can't stand that woman. I want my mom here now. Now. Now.
"I want you to know." I can't believe I'm speaking. "I'm not sorry." I look into his eyes. Footsteps fill the background. I'm praying it's my mom. The boy is wiscked out as my mom walks in.
Her eyes are watering. She's trying not to cry. She grabs my had and drags me out to the car. The principal told her my punishment.
The blood on my knuckles as dried. She hands me a wet wipe to clean my hands.
The blood may be off my hands but the wound is without stitches.
