He sat across from me with his arms crossed over his chest.
Looking cocky yet somewhat innocent.
Oh please, he is far from innocent.
With a heavily sigh, the principal stood up, looking between the two of us.
With a click of his tongue he chuckled, "Okay well, I guess we'll just have to see how it goes from here. I mean, time heals all wounds."
Nods of agreement filled the room.
I -who hasn't said a word all day- shook my head.
"Maybe it does, but I don't think scars are wounds, are they? And scars are everlasting. Just like my embarrassment, hatred, guilt and pain."
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