Finally. I mused, looking at the time. It was half past six.

I yawned, feeling hunger yanking my intestines and stretching. The sumptuous food that the matrons had filled up my plate with at the cafeteria seemed to have evaporated.

I knew that the principal had been behind it, the food I mean.

I had expected the matrons to hiss and maybe spit in my food, but there had been a relief look and somewhat happiness shining in their eyes as I had kept passing my tray from one matron to the other.

It was then I had understood that they had wanted to report the bullying scenario, but had...