"Drag him!" Student councils shouted and grunted as they tried to separate me and the student on the floor. My face was bruised, my knuckles bled and blue as I stayed in my position, not wanting to be dragged. Why should I be dragged?
My right hand held the student by the collar as I lifted my left, but a student council member managed to catch my wrist before I could strike again. Finally, they pushed me away.
"Behave yourselves, or you'll be sent to the principal!" the president yelled, anger creeping into his face as he said those words.
The student scooted away from me as he wiped the blood trickling from his nose. Before I could move, I was already getting dragged to the principal's office.
Perfect.