Conor flexed his hands slowly. They were sore again. Just like after the destruction of his grandma’s sitting room.
“I can understand how angry you must be,” Miss Kwan said, her voice getting slightly softer.
“I mean, we haven’t even been able to reach any kind of parent or guardian for you.”
“My dad flew back to America,” Conor said. “And my grandma’s started keeping her phone on silent so she won’t wake up Mum.”
He scratched the back of his hand. “Grandma’ll probably call you back, though.”
The Headmistress sat back heavily in her chair. “School rules dictate immediate exclusion,” she said.
Conor felt his stomach sink, felt his whole body droop under a tonne of extra weight.
But then he realized it was drooping because the weight had been removed.
Understanding flooded him, relief did, too, so powerful it almost made him cry, right there in the Headmistress’s office.
He was going to be punished. It was finally going to happen. Everything was going to make sense again.
She was going to exclude him. Punishment was coming. Thank God.
Thank God– “But how could I do that?” the Headmistress said. Conor froze.
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