Harry lunged. And failed. He felt strong pressure on the back of his neck and realised in his blood-red haze that someone was holding on to the collar of his shirt. Flailing his arms, he caught Etse - the one obstacle in his quest for justice - on the right cheek, cringing when the boy still held on firm. The rest of the class gasped while some wriggled in their seats, waiting for Tampa to notice this insurrection. What gall! As though released from some state of paralysis at the sight of violence, the others rushed to hold Harry back. In angered whispers, Phil - one of the boys asked, "What in heaven's name is wrong with you?! Are you trying to get yourself expelled?" This talk of expulsion seemed to be what finally made Harry see sense. He stopped struggling, adjusted his shirt and turned to give Etse a pleading look. He'd make his apologies later. And just in time too, because right that moment, Mr. Tampa turned ba...
This girl holds half the sky in her big hands. She may not know it yet, and she may not believe it yet, but she is light, and the darkness has nowhere to hide.