By the time I arrived at school it was near the end of lunch. There should have been a large amount of students either eating, playing on the field, or wandering the halls.

  However, when I arrived at school there weren't any of those things. Instead there were several police cars and even a large black bus.

  “It seems the police have started their investigation.” I said to myself. I was not very happy at this happening, mainly because of one reason. That being that nothing would likely be the result of their visit.

  It was hard to hold such a large group accountable, and even harder to target specific people with the little directional evidence they had. However, there was one person who could definitely be targeted, and I guess his uncle as well.

  The main gates were already closed at this time, so I had to go in through the front office. Inside the office was the same fat lady who had given up on chasing me. The second she saw me she immediately silenced herself and stared at her desk.

  Her response was reasonable, the amount of power I had over her at this time was too great. If I said that she had tried to stop me from running from the bullying she would surely become a target of the investigation.

  However, I did not feel happy holding this power over her. She might have tried to stop me, but she was just doing her job in the first place. More importantly, holding power over people meant nothing to me, unless they were evil or dangerous somehow.

  The lady silently handed me a form to fill out, which I filled in except for the guardian’s signature. She still accepted the paper, and went to make some phone calls.

  I left the extremely dull interaction, and walked toward the one commotion going around the school. There were five minutes until the end of the lunch period, so something at this time would be serious enough to risk missing class. However, the reason for the commotion was obvious, what else would the police cars mean?

  I entered the back of the crowd and tried to make my way through, I was the cause of this commotion after all. With my weak back I couldn’t force my way through, so instead I just tapped the person's shoulder. He quickly turned around and froze for a second.

  Then he quickly made way for me, this drew more attention and eventually there was a path laid out for me through the large crowd. Walking through this path was not the same type of pressure I was used to. Instead of death glares, everybody only wore a nervous expression.

  It reminded me of the conversation I had with Haven. They refuse to admit their own guilt, and they won’t even take action to defend their innocence. Simply put, they were fools, but that was also another part of being human.

  Soon I made my way to the prominent part of the commotion, where there were several police officers. Among those officers were the two who investigated me (the second time). They quickly noticed me and put on bright smiles.

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  “Azure, how are you doing?” The male officer with blonde hair asked politely.

  “Fine, what are you doing here?” I asked, lying about my condition, and already fully in the know of why they were here.

  “We have begun our investigation of the school for your case, would you like to help?” He asked. This slightly shocked me, an opportunity to direct the investigation?

  “Are you allowed to do that?” I asked, it seemed like the sort of bias that would be outlawed.

  “It’s fine, just because we bring them in for questioning doesn’t mean they are charged with the crime. So basically you would only be directing our investigation with your own testimony. The only difference is that we are not in a room.” he explained calmly.

  “Then I guess I will have to help.” I replied. This was an opportunity to charge the people who had made my life hell for weeks.

  “Who specifically are you going after today?” I asked.

  “Everyone.” He said with a smile, “That’s why we brought a bus.”

  “So you need my direction then?” I asked.

  “Yep.” He answered.

  “What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” I asked skeptically.

  In response he looked at me blankly, he had no other solution.

  “Let's start then.” I said and started to think about who I would report.

  Johnny and his uncle were obvious choices, but who among the teachers, other staff and students would I choose?

  The easiest to narrow down was the staff, other than the principle, everybody else ignored me during the events. The lady in the front office was just doing her job, so I wouldn’t condemn her.

  Next, probably the hardest to narrow down was the teachers, none of them caused me direct harm, but they all played the line of negligence. Specifically the P.E. teacher, and the new teacher who had given me the dress code violations were the ones who went over the line. The P.E. teacher had not physically beaten me, but ignored all my stolen stuff, and made me continue with his class in my poor condition. He also ignored the bullying going on during his class.

  On the other hand the new teacher had a special malice for me. Just because she had a certain affection for Johnny she had made things particularly difficult for me and showed absolutely no morals.

  There was also the fact that If I charged too many teachers the school would have a hard time keeping running without its principal. It might interrupt the pace for all the students here, which would be bad down the line.

  Finally the students, the difficult part here was drawing the line. Many students had bullied me, but some were just minor things. The easiest to charge were the paintballers in their brown paper masks. I had promised Jessie not to charge him, but that promise did not extend to the other members of the group. Then there were the people who fired airsoft guns at me, there was no compromising there. They had caused me unrelenting anguish during my time at school.

  Lastly, the people who had caused me physical harm, or placed dead animals in my desk. Physically harming me was not something I could let go easily. The many cuts, punches, slaps on the back, thumbtacks, and other forms of traps had caused me great pain.

  Then worst of all, killing animals just to bully me, or even alive animals for that matter. They were the people I considered the worst of all, what excuse could you have for killing a rabbit or mouse that had to do with justice? What reason did they have to place dead rats, and possums in my desk?

  I had been thinking for a long time, but the officers waited patiently.

  “Ready?” The blonde officer asked once he noticed my new state.

  “Yes.” I said with a renewed anger, my eyes blazing with a cold rage for revenge.