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January 7, 2011
Principal Wood always made me feel uneasy. Whenever she smiled at me, I felt like I was staring into the mouth of a shark. The next morning was no different. I was called into the principal's office during homeroom and Mrs. Accardo, my homeroom teacher, looked at me as if I were heading to the gas chamber.

"Oh, Jamie, look at your face." The principal came out from behind her desk and made me sit down while she examined the bruise blossoming around my nose. "This is just terrible. I can't believe you went home without telling anyone. How insane."