Danny stared at the clock with mounting tension. Sweat formed on his forehead and in vain he attempted to wipe it away. He was waiting outside the principals office on a wooden bench. He was caught cheating during the history exam. He hated it. He hated everyone who wrote the history exam. He did not remember the dates of the war. He happened to glance in the front and smart Peter was writing it and he was tempted to look at it. He could not be blamed for it. Danny was not a bad student. He was ok, not incorrigible like smart Peter who had the nerve to tell on him. Danny jerked up. The assistant beckoned to him. The grey haired principal sat in the big chair, grave. His dreadful history teacher was sitting by the side with Peter standing nearby, smirking. The crime was discussed. On the third week, an official obituary was posted in the school for the oldest serving principal. Danny continued to stare at the clock in his cell.

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