20. A dance

As promised, I was at the college by 7. We practiced in the music room for an hour. When it was time for Adam's school, I got home to pick him. He was ready when I arrived and we drove to his school. Way to the school was quiet and we arrived within minutes. We were waiting out of the principals' office. I took a deep breath before entering and with one step we're in.

"Have a seat Miss. Troustkey." The principal said, only his torso was visible as the rest of the body was hidden behind the desk. When we sat he began his complaint.

I am the one who should be complaining. The one who's guilty is the other boy with whom he fought. It wasn't a fight though. There's his fault but that boy was the initiator.

"You should control your brother, he painted a boy's face black." Principal said.

"I know what he did s-" no I am not calling him sir- "but that boy was the one who first ruined his painting."