I felt as if I was standing trial, my solitary figure hunched over a table as I patiently awaited the surrounding teachers to pass judgement. Said teachers were seated in a rough semicircle around me, while at the center of, right opposite my forlorn figure, was a huge desk where the headmistress, Teresa Taylor, presided. Like a judge, she watched me sagely, her eyes devoid of pity.
To the side stood a guilty Kufa Van Peer, who had already received his sentence and was hanging his head in shame. He had confessed his crimes and was now repenting. On either side of him were two students from the disciplinary committee, standing taut and ready to whack him if he so much as displayed a single sign of resistance.
Yeah, the whole scene resembled a session in court. If I were a bit bolder, I would be pointing animatedly and yelling, "OBJECTION!" like the famous game lawyer in a blue suit and had fancy hair.
