I closed the door behind me and walked further into the office.

Mum's hard gaze followed me through the laptop until I took my seat opposite Principal Nowell.

“Oh, God.” She murmured, rubbing her palm over her face.

“Do you even see yourself, Rosie?”

I pursed my lips.

“Take a look at yourself, fighter.”

I wiped at my nose, smearing the streaks of blood on my skirt.

“You should have seen how she kept on pounding into her, Mrs Richards. It was a deeply disturbing scene.” Principal Nowell said, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Such feral behavior.”

“She started it first—”

“Shut your trap, Rosie!”

I slammed my mouth shut....