Mist's POV
Each word feels like a poisoned whip, striking my heart.
No wonder Alex lost control. Such malicious words target his deepest wounds and worst fears.
The room silences, gripped by shock. The teacher clears her throat awkwardly. "Thank you, Anthony. You may return to class." Her eyes dart to Jason’s mother, "Anything to add, Joanna?"
"Kids just joke around," she sniffs, unrepentant. "Nonetheless, Alex should not have hit Jason. That's it. Let's go." She huffed, pushing her son toward the door.
Before she can make a hasty exit, I interject, "Did I say you could leave?"
She halts, bewildered, everyone in the room including Alex staring at me as if I've grown a second head.
"What more do you want?" Joanna demands, arms crossed, looking at me.
"Jason owes Alex an apology," I
