I got a new student today. He came in bold as brass. No shyness at all. Asked to sit with the worst behaved kids. I sat him right square in front of the class.
I overheard him talking to Joe. “We could do anything at my old school. They’d send us to the office, call our parents. Big deal. My parents don’t care.”
Joe’s eyes were huge. “They’ll care about our principal. If Ms. A. doesn’t kill you first. She’s nice, but just don’t try that stuff here, okay?”
“New Kid: “Why? What’s she gonna do to me?”
Joe: “I don’t know, but I don’t want to watch!”
New Kid, quiet. Staring at me.