“Andrin,” I yelped. Narcing on him was satisfying. I wanted him to pay. I wanted him to suffer. “Andrin did it. My teacher.” The words rushed out. So did the tears as I wiped my snot with the back of my arm, like a loser. “He’s been abusing me. He kills my pets. All of them. If I don’t solve the math problems he gives me. But this time, I did solve it! And in less than ten minutes.” I was rambling.
