Asher
This seemed to make sense to them. They looked at each other, passing silent communication back and forth.
“Be that as it may,” the drill sergeant began. Her name tag read Dr J.Marshall. Fitting. “The student was almost seriously harmed.” She said, her small eyes furrowing in annoyance.
“I didn't harm him. I only wanted to give him a warning.” I argued.
“And you didn't think a verbal warning would suffice?” Mr Jameson asked with an eyebrow raised.
“The warning was verbal.” I countered. I could feel the atmosphere become charged with annoyance from all parties involved but I didn't care.
“Asher,” Mr Firman began, leaving forward and looking at me earnestly, “Whether or not the reason sounds justified to you, the school policy remains fixed.” He sounded kind. Or at least he w
