We were in the counseling room. There was Mr. Eugene and Ms. Erni—the counseling teachers. I was the only female student here.
"Shaira! You're a girl, why are you getting into fights with boys?" Mr. Eugene's question left me confused about how to respond. I lowered my head in dismay.
"Explain from the beginning why you got into a fight, Alan!" His eyes sharply focused on Alan.
Alan remained silent without saying a word. He was still wincing, holding his cheek, which was starting to swell; my knee strike must have been very hard.
"Shaira, you explain!" Mr. Eugene's gaze shifted sharply to me.
I let out a sigh first. Then I recounted what I saw. Nothing added, nothing taken away. Everything was as I saw it.
"Is that true, Lan?"
"I was just joking, Sir. Shaira was the one who overreact
