“You want me to do what?”
The new principal, Ken Brohgers, stared back at me from across his desk. They made Cross go back to class. He’d glanced to me, and I nodded, thinking it’d be fine. They said I wasn’t in trouble. That was the only reason I was okay with Cross going. There’d been too much bad s**t associated with it in the past. They said I wasn’t in trouble, and this meeting was “absolutely necessary.” Only good things would come of it.
What a crock of bullshit.
Principal Brohgers was almost as opposite of Neeon as possible. Mr. N was tall, six- three, and Brohgers barely topped five three. That wasn’t true. He just looked like that sitting behind his desk. He was probably five-five when he stood up, with a head full of frizzy hair that was losing its reddish tint so it was half
