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Jane threatened to give everyone in the cafeteria a suspension, but the student council, along with members of the social justice club, argued that Jacob had said vicious, derogatory remarks aimed at their social justice efforts. So, when nearly everyone confirmed that this was the case, Jane was forced to retract herinitial threat and asked Jacob to follow her to the office. Like I said, political correctness was the ammunition I used to arm myself in my quest for revenge.
After lunch, Vivian told me a rumor that Newman had chewed out Jacob for what he said in the cafeteria. However, he apparently promised to protect Jacob because he was on track to secure a Bright Rock University Scholarship. Obviously, this would look absolutely fabulous for the school. All he had to do was formally apologize to the social justice club and the other members of the student council who were present that day. That was it! And it was complete bullshit. This only served to further justify my cause.
Despite his protection at the hands of the demonic dictator known as Principal Newman, at least half the school began to realize what type of person Jacob really was. Our rising feud only got worse from there.
CHAPTER 8
INDIRA - 1 YEAR EARLIER
After we cleaned the giant penis that had been spray-painted on the wall, we decorated the room. I still couldn’t believe that someone would go out of their way to do something stupid like that. Unfortunately for me, it happened again.
I stayed quiet while I helped Heather build a new shelf where she wanted to place knick-knacks, comic book figurines, and other related items. She wanted to put up a Dark Lord helmet, a bust of Freakzilla, and a picture of Principal Newman’s face on the body of a donkey she had edited. I managed to convince her not to put it up. She instead opted for a miniature sword statue she ordered online. She told me that if anyone messed with her, she hoped it was sharp enough to stab people. I came to realize that she was pretty violent.
While we worked, Heather told me a story about a student who tried to expose Principal Newman for granting favoritism to thesports teams, but he unfortunately failed. He soon disappeared afterwards. He was most likely forced to transfer schools.
“His name was Aidan. What happened to him was not fair at all,” Heather commented.
“Hmm,” I muttered.
“What do you think about all that?” Heather asked.
“I think it sucks. Aidan shouldn’t have been silenced.”
Heather nodded.
“You don’t have to be quiet, Indira. I don’t bite. Well, I do bite, but I won’t bite you. I promise,” Heather joked.
“You bite people?”
“I have before, like in middle school when some guys tried to touch my ass—it wasn’t gonna happen, Indira. They avoided me for a whole year after that, and I remember them sprinting in the opposite direction whenever they saw me,” Heather said with a smirk.
“Wow! That’s intense,” I commented.
“If you don’t try to touch my ass, you won’t be bit,” Heather joked.
“You don’t have to worry. I keep my hands to myself."
Most of the time, anyway,I thought.
“I’m talking way too much about myself. Tell me about yourself, Indira. I want to know things,” Heather remarked.
The question took me by surprise. I couldn’t recall the last time someone genuinely asked me to open up about myself. It felt good.
“I’m not that interesting, Heather.”
“I don’t believe you. Everyone’s got a story. I bet you’ll tell me something that I’ll find to be very interesting.”
“Well, I’m from Nicaragua. My parents immigrated here when I was very young. They’re religious and conservative people. I guess I’ve inherited that to a degree,” I admitted.
“You’re religious?” Heather asked.
“I was religious at one time in my life, but not anymore. It felt too restricting,” I replied.
“I feel that. I’m not religious at all. I want the freedom to act like an absolute madwoman,” Heather explained.
I giggled. Heather just had a way of saying things that sounded hilarious out loud.
“I get it,” I nodded.
