healing vs destruction

chapter 1: part 2

I sit impatiently in the heads office. He is pressing his pen tightly, almost snapping it. "Five times I've tried ringing your parents! Do they work late?" He scowls, glaring deeply at me. I sit up and put my hands on my lap, while looking as emotionless as I can "they're dead, sir." He suddenly turns white, by the expression on his face it reveals he has slight regret for his actions, which is common in normal society to feel that way in this situation, however I cannot comprehend. "I am awfully sorry Tom. Excuse me for a moment." He walks slowly out the office to be encountered by my teacher. It's 5:30pm and to be honest I would quite like to be home. My presence is highly unnecassery here, so why do they feel the need to trap me in this God awful room? It doesn't even have place mats for mugs, This is no school, this is a filthy commoners place! If my parents were here now they would kick me out.

The teacher is talking assertively to the head of school, subsequently keeping her emotions in check, she is fairly surprising at hiding her thoughts, it's almost as though I can't read her. I try to stand up to head towards the door, but i knock a mug of coffee, scolding myself harshly. The teacher ignores the head and rushes toward me. "Oh my! Are you ok?" She wails. I stand up and thank her gratitude however she ignores the acknowledgement and takes me to the nurse. As I sit there the nurse asks me  multiple of useless questions and heads towards the cupboard. As she waddles back, her face looks confused. "Oh, which arm did you scold again?" I turn white, she's going to realize I can heal things! I stand up, blank faced "I'm sorry.. im must leave." So i robotically walk out the room and leave the school. As I am on my way home I check my arm and rub it lightly, although the burn has gone, it's still very painful...