Luminescence 12

He caught her fist and held it aloft, his head turning to the side as the teacher appeared. Mrs Primstone held a power that quieted the world around her until no one dared speak, “You two, my office. RIGHT NOW.”
            The girl fell back panting on raw knuckles as she looked at that perfect face she’d marred for her satisfaction. He stared back at her swollen lip and shining blue eyes, that golden hair now dirtied in the mud. “Now you’ve done it,” he spat blood onto the concrete as he rose with ease, as if she’d hardly done anything to him.
            He stopped a few paces away from her and put out his hand, around her others whispered and someone even whistled. She batted it away and rose until she was standing opposite him, his head tipping down at hers, almost a head taller than her.
            She turned her back on him and marched to Mrs Primstone’s office still balling her fists as the golden haired boy watched on and followed.
            Her heart hammered in her veins and ice sluiced in her stomach.

            “This is the third time this week,” Mrs Primstone pointed a finger at both of them in turn as they reached her office. Grey panels stared back at them, a white clinical desk and unsmiling picture frames. “I have half a mind to call both your parents and have you both suspended.” Her gaze softened a fraction when it fell on the girl. Of course she had no parents and this often seemed to earn her some kind of leniency she’d hated growing up. 

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