During art, Mr. Way kept me after class. He told me he heard what happened in the hall yesterday. I think he saw how scared I was, because he said, 'I only know because it was outside of my door, don't worry.' That made me feel a bit better. He sat down at a table with me and asked me questions about the boys. I felt bad because I wasn't talking that much but I told him how they'd done that the day before. Then, Mr. Way surprised me by saying, 'don't worry, it gets better as you get older. I found that out myself.' He smiled at me, then told me I could call him Gerard. I don't know how to interpret that.
