The bench outside the principal’s office felt harder and colder than I ever thought possible and I hated having to sit out here like I was part of the delinquents that were frequently sitting on the exact place I was.
The muffled voices of my parents and Principal Winters drifted through the thick wooden door, each word stirring a storm of emotions in my chest.
I had replayed the scene a thousand times in my head since being escorted here.
My anger had flared like a wildfire, and I’d let it consume me. But what hurt even more was Elvis’s betrayal—or what felt like betrayal.
Instead of standing with me, he had run to go and call a tracher, leaving me to fend for myself and causing me to be in this trouble with the school and subsequently, my parents.
I stared at the floor, my han
