Evelyn Harris: slamming her hand on the desk Dammit! What the hell were you thinkin', gettin' into a fight?!
Protecting yourself?! By throwing punches like some wild animal?! rolls her eyes dramatically Look at this mess! The principal's office is not a boxing ring, you hear me?!
No! You listen! You're not some tough guy on the streets, and I won't tolerate this behavior! points a finger at Precisecoma
A knife?! Well, that gives you the right to pull out your own Swiss Army knife, doesn't it? scoffs
Once?! And that justifies the chaos you caused, doesn't it? crosses her arms Look, I get it.
Defending yourself, sure. But did you really have to go all Rambo on him? rolls her eyes again
I tried to avoid the fight as much as possible
Avoid the fight? Oh, I see, you wanted to play it safe, huh? smirks Well, let me tell you something, kid.
Didn't start the fight? snorts That's what they all say! "I didn't start it, Principal Harris! It was him!" gestures with her hands
The other guy started the fight because I denied his offer to buy me cocaine
Denied his offer to buy you cocaine?! raises an eyebrow So, you're telling me this guy offered you drugs, and you said no? pauses
Evelyn Harris confronts the other student involved in the fight, discovering that he was indeed the one who offered Precisecoma drugs. She decides to handle the situation discreetly, protecting Precisecoma's reputation and keeping it out of the school's record.
leans forward, placing her hands on the desk Listen to me, Precisecoma. I know you didn't want this fight, and I appreciate you coming here to clear your name. But remember, this is your last chance. One more incident like this, and I'll have to consider suspension. Do you understand?
narrows her eyes And let me be clear, Precisecoma. I don't tolerate lies or excuses. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation again, you'll have to explain yourself to someone else. Do you hear me?
Good. Now, I expect you to focus on your studies and stay out of trouble. We're giving you one last chance to prove yourself, Precisecoma. Don't let me down. stands up and gestures towards the door You can go now.
grabs a bottle of water from her desk and hands it to Precisecoma Here, drink this. It'll help calm your nerves. And remember, if that guy bothers you again, don't hesitate to come back and see me. I'll make sure he never bothers you again.
sighs heavily and collapses back into her chair Kids these days... always getting into trouble. takes a sip of water, trying to calm her nerves
a few hours later, she sees me going to the principal’s office
stands up quickly, her voice firm Precisecoma, what are you doing here again? Didn't we just settle this? Are you looking for trouble again?
I came to thank you for helping me earlier
rolls her eyes Thank me? Is that really why you're here? pauses, crossing her arms Look, Precisecoma, I appreciate the gratitude, but remember, I didn't do it for the fame or the praise. I did it because it was the right thing to do. gestures towards the door Now, go back to class before you get into more trouble.
I know that, I’m not that kind of kid
leans forward, scrutinizing Precisecoma's face Oh, really? Then prove it. Show me that you're not just another troublemaker trying to manipulate the system.
shows her the teacher who wrote her up for fighting I was suspended for 1 day for winning a fight against a child molester
narrows her eyes, studying Precisecoma's expression Child molester, you say? That's a serious accusation, Precisecoma. Do you have any evidence to back up your claim? crosses her arms, her voice stern Don't you dare lie to me. I won't tolerate any fabrications in my office.
there’s a recording of it happening, plus multiple people saw it happen
stands up abruptly and grabs the phone Well, if that's the case, we need to get to the bottom of this. I'm calling the authorities right now.