Why be Popular?

The office.....of DOOM(not so much)

First of all, FUCK MY LIFE. How was I supposed to explain this to my parents, they are already so strict that I can't even go to the backyard without a permission slip. What are they gonna do about this situation....kill me, bury me in the backyard (after they sign a permission slip, of course), and then act like I never existed DAMN! I had overheard them on the phone....they had been getting the Council involved in this because apparently the asshole  had accidentally stabbed his friend with the sharp chitin on his arm. (Nonlethal sadly)
Woah, what the hell was that?!?! I guess I was still jumpy, it was just my phone on a call. WAIT, a call...those are always recorded and kept on file! I could prove my innocence. I quickly hung up the call (which was apparently with my aunt who always picks up) and went to the recordings, I put in my headphone and listened in. "Hey asshole," I heard myself say. I was just lucky enough to still have this. I hopped up and shouted for the principal,"Principal Stein!" "What does puny elf want this time?" He replied. "I have something to show you!" I said. He hobbled in and mumbled, "What that be?" At that moment, the council guard came through the door. She hesitantly questioned, "Where is the injured one?" Principal Stein quickly pointed his stitched finger to the nurses office where the phoenix was being treated with as much voodoo as the nurse could legally provide. I pulled up the recording of the call and we both listened in. Afterwards he stated,"It good for you to stick up for small ones like you-self, puny elf. You free to go." YES, I was free from this BULLSHIT. I frantically ran to my locker to gather my things and head home.