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folding them and really grating on my nerves.
    After what seems like an eternity, Mrs. Evans arrives. A cloud of expensive-smelling perfume floats after her as she hurries toward Brady and starts fussing over his injuries. Of course, she’s not mad at him at all. Any woman who’d given birth to someone as awful as Brady can’t be a good person.
    The door to the interior office opens, and Principal Palermo calls us in. I drag myself into the room, which smells way too much like polished brass for my taste, and take a seat in front of Palermo’s desk. Brady does, too, and both of our parents hover over us. The temperature rockets a few degrees from the nervous energy.
    “Boys, this school has a zero tolerance rule toward fighting,” our principal says with a tinge of reproach in her voice.
    “But what if you’re acting in self defense?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my face toward the far wall. There’s no way I was going to let Brady get the first word in.
    “Self defense?” Brady protests, standing up and slapping his hand across his chest like an insane gorilla. “He landed the first blow, and the second! If anyone was acting in self defense, it was me.”
    “Sit down, Mr. Evans, and both of you keep quiet. Like I said, we have a zero tolerance rule, so I’m sorry, but both of you are suspended for the rest of the school week.”
    “The rest of the week? But that’s no fair. He started the whole thing. Look at me! Look at my nose, it must look horrible. Who beats up a blind kid? I mean, really?”
    “You weren’t playing the blind card earlier, when you hit me across the face with that stupid stick of yours,” Brady growls under his breath.
    “Alex, did you really do that? Did you fight?” Dad asks.
    “Only because he started it! He just came up and said, ‘You’d better watch it!’” I try to make my voice sound deep and idiotic like Brady’s.
    “Because you tripped me.”
    “It was an accident.”
    “Yeah, right. An accident,” Brady mocks, emphasizing the word accident in a whiny twang—is that how he thinks I sound?
    “It was an accident,” I pout, slumping back into my chair and gripping the arms with my hands to keep from yelling again.
    “Enough from both of you,” the principal interjects. “Several other students were around at the time of the fight. Each has told your teacher what happened individually, and their stories match up. We don’t need any more from either of you.”
    I kick at the floor in frustration. “Of course, they took his side. They’re all his friends.”
    “Alex,” Dad warns. “Your principal told you to keep quiet, and I think you’d better listen. Mrs. Palermo, please, could you tell us what happened?”
    The principal sucks in a deep breath and tells her version of the altercation to our parents. “Whether on purpose or by accident, Alex tripped Brady with his cane. Brady and Alex exchanged threats. Brady made a derogatory comment about Alex’s, um…special needs, and Alex said he was going to make him sorry. He used his cane to hit Brady in the foot and across the face. Brady struck Alex in the stomach and on the nose. Their teacher came in before the fight could escalate any further, and now here we are.”
    “Is this true?” Dad asks me, his voice full of concern—it’s obvious he’s putting on an act for the principal. He doesn’t really care.
    “Yeah, whatever,” I mumble. No one believes me about Brady having started the fight. I’m not even sure if I believe me, what with a strange sense of déjà vu clouding everything.
    “I told you, Mom. He’s jealous of me and my friends, and he can’t control himself,” Brady whines. Ugh, he thinks I’m jealous. I would never want to be like Brady or his lackeys. They’re all big, stupid gorillas, without an original thought among the lot of them. I’d rather die than be like Brady, and that’s the truth.
    “Both parties are to blame, no matter who the