Now I know

I narrowed my eyes, focusing solely on the picture of the president that hung behind the head masters chair.
Next to me, Chanda was sobbing as we were both on our knees.
A regular scene between the two of us.

"Why is it always the two of you causing problems in my school? Do you think I only come here to stop fights between the two of you?" The head masters voice was laced with irritation as he spoke to us.

Neither of us would dare answer, we knew that the questions asked where rhetorical, thus we kept our mouths shut.
My eyes on the wall and Chanda facing the floor.

A girl's story unfolds as she learns to move forward with life.