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A fire lit inside Ollie like an ugly monster. He hadn’t felt this angry before and he didn’t even know the whole story. All he knew was what he saw and that was enough to make him mad. His ears turned red. If only I was out there and not in here. Just as he was lamenting this very fact, a voice brought him back inside the room.
“Mr. Keating!” Mrs. Robinson was looking at Ollie like a bull ready to pounce on the person waving the red flag in front of it. Oddly enough, Ollie didn’t feel mollified or squeamish at having been caught, mind adrift. All his emotions seemed to be focused on the incident that he had witnessed. The whole class was turning to look at him.
“Yes, Mrs. Robinson,” he said, more confidently than he felt. Not confidently, recklessly.
“Don’t take that tone with me, boy.” Ollie thought that Mrs. Robinson would breathe fire in just one more minute. Funny. I could do the same.
“What tone?” he said again, a little too quickly.
The whole class hushed collectively. His best mate, Johnny, seated a couple of desks away, gave him an admiring look.
“Detention. Saturday,” was all she said.
