He then seized my exam paper, his grip harsh enough to send a shiver of dread through me. "Follow me," he commanded, and all hope of explaining myself began to evaporate like morning mist.
"Roman, look after the rest of the students; I have something to do," Mr. Wyatt instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument. I stole a glance at Roman, silently pleading for help but Mr. Wyatt dragged me from the hall swiftly, the humiliation of the moment crashed over me, and I felt smaller than ever, a sense of dread pooling in my stomach.
My gaze flickered to Coco, she had a menacing smile on her face and mouthed something. I could read her words, "The Rise Of Your Misfortune"
****
I sat nervously in the counselor's office, my hands trembling as I clenched them tightly on my lap.
The air felt thick with tension as she spoke into her phone, her tone brisk and authoritative.
