"Please." My grandfather is begging on his knees. "Please."
"I don't think that we can let this go this time." The headmaster looks at him and sighs. "She has pushed him off the window. The boy barely survived. It will take him months of physical therapy to walk again. The parents can't be controlled. This cannot be removed from her records. It is better if she leaves the school. I can't help it."
He turns his head away.
"There must be some way." My grandfather mumbles. His eyes are filled with tears. "If she is kicked out of this school, she won't get admission anywhere else with that record."
I should tell him that I don't want to study anymore, but I can't. The words fail to leave my lips. He won't listen to me. He won't believe me. Nobody believes me. They have made up their minds.
