The rest of the day goes by torturously slowly. I haven't seen Ezra since he was practically dragged off to the principal's office, and Heath was taken to the school nurse, his battered face already turning a nasty shade of splotchy bruised purple.
I wish I could say that I felt sorry for Heath, but I really don't. On behalf of all the girls (and maybe boys too) that he's pressured into s*x over the years, and all the girls he's used and abused, treated like trash - I'm not sorry for him at all.
By the time the final bell rings to signal the end of the school day, I'm actually looking forward to detention - I just want to get it over and done with, so I can get back to my plans for the weekend.
Plans that involve a secret trip to town and searching for a mythical angel sword. Just norma
