Our Fearless Leader
I was hiding in the bathroom, waiting for detention to be over. I peek out the door. Principal spots another stray student.
Principal: "Where is your hall pass, mister?"
Stray Student: "I'm on my way to get one now."
P.: "But you can't be in the hall without a pass?"
SS.: "I know, I'm so upset. That's why I need to hurry, so I can get a pass."
The Principal pauses, looking like a deer in head lights.
P.: "Well, hurry up, then, and get a pass, son!"
The stray student runs down the hall, laughing. I would suppose the Principal could figure it out when he heard the laughing, but he didn't.
I sat in the bathroom, laughing my ass off at my dumbass Principal.
Sometimes, the smallest things make me happy, but I don't think I will ever get over my spiraling depression. The thing that sits in my stomach, eating away at my very core.
The facts. The three words that happened at Sango's end of summer party.
I.
Was.
Raped.
