Zayla
Hearing Jenifer’s voice saved me from my rampage. “W-what did you say?” I asked, still in shock. Your eyes were glowing,” she said, “almost like a dark violet. “She finished speaking in a voice focused on her, and noticed her eyes were as big as saucers. She studied me up and down, and a teacher pulled me by my arm before I could ask her any more questions.
“Ms. Preston, you need to go to the office. We don’t condone fighting. “I’m in trouble, but I didn’t care or feel bad about it. She got what was coming to her.
We walked down the hall to the front office. Following Mrs. Crawford, Mrs. Parker was sitting at her desk. She shot me a proud look and mouthed, “Sorry,” as Mrs. Crawford pushed me into the principal's office.
“Do you understand? Sit down and don’t move. “She threatene
