I go to class and sit at my desk.

" sit down at your desks and get ready for class" I say.

I open the diary and start checking attendance.

You are not here as usual. You often do not come to class. you have bad grades...

I turn to the door when I hear someone enter the room.

"oooh... Mrs. Latecomer... why are you late today?" I ask when I see you enter the classroom. I'm trying to ignore the fact that you show up to class again with bruises all over your body.