So, that’s where I am now. I’m holding my nose in a big wad of tissues, it feels like it’s broken. Sam is sitting next to me, her arms and legs crossed. And her foot has been jiggling this whole time. It’s so annoying.

“What, what in the world could have happened for this to occur?” The principal stormed in all of a sudden, looking furious.

“Well-” I started, but Sam cut across.

“She was being mean, cruel, and down-right rude, Mam.”

“Miss, Samantha, even so, that does not give you the right to handle it like this! You broke her nose, as I’m sure you are aware of. Now, Miss Christana, will you please share your side of the story?”

Sam butt in again. “She has no excuse”

“Samantha Nicole Jones Walker. Let her talk!” That shut her up.”

“Miss, I was telling her the truth. She had done something, and she wouldn’t admit it. Even to herself. She had to hear it. I may have gotten a little worked up, but she heard. And she couldn’t handle it. Now, can we please get this nose looked at by a doctor?”