I pointed at his friend who was holding his face, and I knew Brad heard me and knew that I meant it.
He didn’t say anything back, though, because the security guards of our school came to bring all of us out of the cafeteria.
They took us first to the nurse, and then to Mr. Small. Patrick started the fight, so he was suspended for a week.
Brad’s buddies got three days each for ganging up on Patrick after they broke up the original fight. Brad wasn’t suspended at all because it was self-defense.
I didn’t get suspended either because I was just helping to defend a friend when it was five on one.
Brad and I got a month’s detention, starting that day. In detention, Mr. Harris didn’t set up any rules.
He just let us read or do homework or talk. It really isn’t much of a punishment unless you like the television programs right after school
or are very concerned with your permanent record. I wonder if it’s all a lie. A permanent record, I mean.
On that first day of detention, Brad came to sit next to me. He looked very sad. I think it all kind of hit him after he stopped feeling numb from the fight.
“Charlie?” “Yeah?” “Thanks. Thanks for stopping them.” “You’re welcome.”
And that was it. I haven’t said anything to him since. And he didn’t sit next to me today.
At first when he said it, I was kind of confused. But then I think I got it.
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