I’m enjoying my day, picking on a sixth grader, when she walks past. Bailey. She looks upset today. I walk up to her, forgetting the kid who is now crawling away. “Oi, dork face. What’s with you?” I ask, my tone sounding too harsh. I know we have a 5 year age gap, me being 18, her being 13. I gotta push my thoughts away for a bit. Can’t go soft. I got a reputation to hold around here as the principal’s son.