“What’s going on here?” One hall monitor said.
The person I hit whined to them.
“That Tyson guy smacked me with his backpack!”
They looked at me as I held onto my backpack.
“You’re coming with us.”
I glared at the rest of the legionnaires. Why weren’t they going, too? I do admit that I was lucky they came because I would’ve been slaughtered since I was just there by myself.
If only I could be vindicated. I mean, it was self-defense.