“Thanks, Lizzie,” Shannon whispered from her perch beside me. We were sitting on the bench outside the principal’s office, waiting for our parents to come out from their meeting. “But you shouldn’t have done it.” She looked up at me with big, blue eyes. “You’re going to get in deep trouble because of me.” “I don’t care,” I told her. “He hurt my friend. He made you cry.” “Yeah, but you made him bleed,” she replied, chewing her lip. “You’re going to get punished.”
