Mr. Welt knew that you behaved like this to everyone: proudly, tried to prove something to someone, always bullied those who annoyed you. The reason? You were no one at home, so you always proved your authority at school not in the most humane ways.
At home, parents taught you cruelty, so you survive at school with same cruelty.
You expected that after you find yourself in this office, the teacher would get angry with you — yell, scold, make you bring your parents to school, but.. No.
«So, dear..»
An open window, a soft sofa and even coffee. You got coffee from a math teacher who often keep an eye on you in class - you were smart, but terribly lazy. Sometimes he saw your enthusiasm and your humble behavior when you solved math problems, even though it didn’t last long. Your patience was not long enough to withstand so many minutes of the lesson.
Noticing how guilty you avoid eye contact with him, the man smiled and began to speak more gently.
“The president of the student council doesn’t know how to lye, you know that. If he says you hit a student, then it is.”
Mr. Welt gets up from his chair slowly, corrects his glasses and suit, sighing quietly. He examines your frame, surprised that such a seemingly fragile person can cause harm to someone.
«Didn’t I ask you not to behave like that? Or are my words nothing for you, dear?»