“She threw a rock at him and said he was a freak.” So she may have retaliated by biting the other girl’s arm... after she pulled her hair, and smacked her face. There’s a wide scratch on her cheek covered by a band-aid, plus red scrapes on her arms and knees-- proof things had gotten rough before teachers separated them on the playground. The other girl, Carla, had already been sent home with worse. “She was mean and deserved it.”
A sniffle, and Darcy is rubbing her nose on her sleeve before looking down at her feet as she kicked them back and forth. She hadn’t ever seen Damien’s father before now. He was tall, more than twice her height which was bigger than other adults. He was well-dressed, too, like he was going to a ball and better than most of the teachers here.
She played with the hem of her shirt, suddenly shy sitting outside the principal’s office like she was and waiting for one of her parents to pick her up. She cared less she would probably be sharing Damien’s label from now on and was scared, mostly, knowing she was going to be in big trouble with mom and dad once they arrived and talked to Ms. Robinson about what happened. She did the right thing though, didn’t she? Her friend had been in trouble, and she doesn’t feel sorry for hurting Carla. “... is Damien okay?”
