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In England we say Headteacher or Headmaster and Headmistress but I'm assuming most of y'all are American so Principal it is.

There are quite a few words in here that are different to words I usually use so please exuse any errors.

Also there is a super good song bu Melanie Martinez called 'Principal'-

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𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

"No sir."

"So, let me ask again Michael. Did you, or did you not, hurt this boy over here." Mr Wynd asked, his eyebrows raised.

"He's lying sir-!"

"Yeah, sir! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The deputy head rubbed his forehead.

God, this was going to take a while.

He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at the children in his office.

Freshman.

Always trouble.

The door suddenly burst open.

"Very sorry, Sir, but this is a very important issue. There was a fight that appeared to be that the boy did not fight back and ended up with broken bones." The secretary explained, pushing her glasses up.

She threw a flash drive over to him which he caught with one hand fingers.

"Broken bones?! Yes, right away Mary, bring them in!" Mr Wynd nodded.

He looked at the children in his office again.

"You all are excused." He said.

"But sir-"

"What did you say Mr Finnegan?" He said sharply.

"N-nothing sir! Sorry sir."

He tutted as they left his office.

He glanced at the flash drive given to him previously by his secretary.

He plugged it in on his computer and waited.

It was black for a few seconds.

"Hmm... Interesting..." He said to himself aloud.

It then started to play.

"Oh my God..."

It was brutal.

The poor kid just let himself get beaten up.

No retaliation, no nothing.

He didn't want to replay the footage but he had to to get a better understanding.

From what he saw, the two young women started everything.

He put his headphones back on and listened to the audio.

He played them both together, getting them in sinc.

He watched them together.

Audio included or not, this boy's behaviour was strange.

He unlocked the cabinet on his desk.

He looked through student files.

"Ah, there it is."

He saw a list of everyone involved in a document on the flash drive.

He found the folders of everyone involved eventually.

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