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I grinned at the headmistress, and she paled further.
This was great! I could now beat the shit out of them, and I wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Why hadn’t I said something earlier?
“Before you leave, put Roberts on the phone,” he said, sounding serious. “And get back to class. We’ll talk about your new friend next weekend.”
“Sure,” I replied. This was worth the annoyance of having to come up with a good cover story and to think of a million reasons why Bianca couldn’t come over for dinner. “Bye.” I held the phone to the headmaster, trying to not smile too brightly. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Ah.” Headmistress Roberts fumbled for it, dropping her ballpoint pen to her desk in the process. “A-absolutely!” Her voice was wavering and the look she threw at me was a mixture of annoyance and fear. I wasn’t worried though, because now she knew my dad would be watching, so she wouldn’t dare do anything in retaliation.
That was, if she even managed to keep her job. My father had a zero-tolerance policy for bullies.
I felt lighter than usual as I left the headmistress’s office, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t dreading the rest of the school day.
After all, it wasn’t often when I was given free rein.
