“Calm down, Hosea.” The teacher corrected me.
“But someone was tossing those paper planes at me while I was doing my work!” I exclaimed to her before picking up the evidence and showing it to the entire classroom. One could have heard a symphony of crickets and tumbleweed if they were in the same room.
“I’m going to ask you to leave this class.” The teacher said.
Are you serious? I’m the one who was targeted by these insults and yet I’m getting punished for it?
What was with their priorities?
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