While I waited for her verdict, I overheard voices from down the hall. The principal's sharp tone carried through the open door: "Send for Junior Richard. At once." My brows lifted. Figures. He probably had his own personal chair in the principal's office by now, his name engraved on the wood. I guessed he was a regular there. Why he hadn't been suspended—or better yet, expelled—was a mystery only explained by money, connections, or both.