WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE ME?

This is unacceptable from both of you!" Mrs Davie, the principal who sat across from Mitchell and I said. "You both come from good homes and much is expected of you."

"Mitchell? Good home? I would never bet my life on that." I said out loud. "Recheck."

"I expected better," she continued, "from you, especially Ms. Yonas-"

"with due respect, Ma'am," I jumped right in, "you shouldn't be bias in judgement. Mitchell started it first by tripping me. If there's anybody to expect better from, it's her."

Her lips turned at the corner. "Well, yes, Ms. Yonas. I know how true that is. Like, you've been getting perfect grades and all the teachers have got good things to say about you." She said.

"Favouritism much?" Mitchell scowled. "Mrs Davie, she clearly started the fight. There should be some kind of punishment for her." She flared.

"Ohhh Mitchell, shut your hole up." Mrs Davie said, "I know you tripped her, I mean, what where you expecting? And if anybody's too be pun