I can’t believe this is happening. ’ALL I DID WAS LAUGH AT A JOKE’ I think. I’m sat down in the principal’s office; my eyes scan the wall and I see copies of notes to parents and the pictures of the children the notes were about. My hands are fidgeting, and the air feels muggy. There’s a knot in my stomach that’s getting tighter every second that I’m sat in that room. The walls and roof seem to be closing in on me, like wolves closing in on their prey. A shiver runs down my back as the doorknob turns, and the door opens with a sharp creaking sound. A small woman with hard eyes strides into the room, the clicks and clacks of her heels echo off the walls. She settles down in her leather chair and places her hands on the desk. My eyes dart to the ground, I’m squeezing my arm with my hand, my fingernails digging into the skin. Then the woman begins to speak.