In the evening as I walked to the head mistress' office, I was a magnet of gazes. Everyone was looking at me like I had grown another head or a tail behind my butt. After the fight, I had become a school celebrity. I heard some students whisper that I was unkillable, that my chest was smashed inside but I still managed to be alive. That I was roasted in a fire but I still managed to get out alive. I ignored the gazes and concentrated on my main goal, to reach Miss Lance's office without having to punch a person on the face on my way there. Everytime I looked at a face, I would recall the faces that stared at me blankly while I was being demolished. I can't believe they couldn't stand up for themselves or for one of their own.
I didn't bother with knocking on her office door, I just barged
