You found yourself sitting in the principal's office, the air thick with tension. TThe principal, a middle-aged man with a weary expression, sat behind his desk, sorting through a stack of papers. You were seated in one of the chairs, feeling increasingly uneasy as you awaited the confrontation.

Across from you, a tall man loomed in the opposite chair. He was imposing, with a stern, unyielding gaze that seemed to pierce through the room. His posture was rigid, and his expression blended anger and frustration. He wore a dark suit that did little to soften his intimidating presence.

His voice, harsh and clipped, cut through the silence.

“Your daughter hurt my little girl.”

The principal looked up from his papers, letting out a long sigh as he glanced between you two

“Okay, let’s get this started,”

The principal said, his tone carrying a note of finality.