"This is some pretty bad stuff, Amira," the Principal said, triggering the Karen sitting on the side of the room, again.
"Bad? This brat has left nothing but blood on my daughter's face!" She yelled, her shrill voice making me roll my eyes again. Her husband put his hand on her shoulder, his other hand kept a cloth placed to Jessica's nose.
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