After the incident with Ms.Leanne, I really thought that Clint wouldn't ever come back and talk to me -- reminding you that I was twelve years old so cut me some slack if I kind of act like it -- but he did.

When I asked him what exactly she said, he waved it off and called her paranoid. She was known to be one of the more nosy teachers, it seemed, which was the only reason she exploded the way she had.

"It's not like she had anything to shout about," I had told him, since I never thought much of these meetings at the time (from his side anyways).

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Two things I learned
- I was a really oblivious middle schooler.
- Turns out she did have something to shout about. I just didn't know it.
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He raised an eyebrow and poked my arm gently. "Really? I thought there was . That was the only reason I didn't defend myself when she yelled at me."

Before I could find words to speak, he was off because another teacher -- my favourite one -- came into the room. Her name was, let's say, Ms. Julie, and she taught English.

She was also the favourite teacher of Toby, who made it a habit to only appear when she came to class -- despite her attempts to try and keep him out. What teachers didn't understand was that my classmates were scared of him. He was big, had a knack for getting in trouble and was known for beating someone up. If people weren't even the slightest bit uncomfortable by this, then they automatically struck me as a similar kind of person.

So naturally, just by standing at the window, he got one of my class mates to open the door Ms.Julia had locked.

She just sighed and sat down in her chair and began telling us what to write down but of course, Toby made that impossible with his loud voice and trash talk.

Really, I was still amazed they had even let him back in school.

Then he turned on me. Turns out Toby had noticed Clint coming out of the class and had also heard of the rumours spreading that he got in trouble because of me.

I denied it but that didn't stop him from describing some disturbing imagery about the two of us, at which point Ms. Julia got fed up so she just got up and left, Toby trailing behind her.

Back then I almost let out the waterworks.

Now I'm wondering, 'Why didn't I ever kick the guy in the nuts?'