Letters from the Dead pt. 4

I pushed the letters from my mind.

Wheaton Prep, the students, my real life, needed my attention.

I loved my job, and my love was reflected in the devotion to my duties.

Sure, I was just assistant principal, but I was also the one who handled all the day-to-day bullshit that went on in a high school. 

One part of that day-to-day bullshit was dealing with students, specifically the ones who didn’t like to play by the rules. 

Like the young man who sat across from me.

Sebastian.

His blue hair and piercings violated the dress code.

I didn’t really care.

The kid had the mouth of a sailor.

I couldn’t judge.

The kid had brought a knife to school.

That I couldn’t let slide.