ouble. He said, “Whatever, you are just a big momma’s boy and a spoiled brat at that.”I quickly replied, “You’re not going to think that when I cut your balls off with this knife,” simultaneously bringing out my knife and opening the small 3 inch blade. “And this little blade is all it will take!”He walked away mumbling nonsense under his breath. I replaced my Uncle Henry and continued my day to my first class. I then continued my daily journey on to second period. My routine, however, was suddenly interrupted at the end of second period. I was summoned to the office. I was totally shocked and had no idea why I had to go. The minor incident with Justin had completely slipped my mind. My useful companion had cut my way into the office. I was sure of the wan, concerned expression on my face; I was concerned about the severity of my punishment. Sitting in the office chair, slightly slouched, my Adam’s apple swelling, nearly constricting my breathing, I wouldn’t move because of the high pitched noise that the vinyl chair made. I felt that the punishment was already being enforced. Coach Taylor, the assistant principal, stared at me with a troubled demeanor.He asked, “Mr. Ragsdale, is it true that you have a weapon of some sort in your possession?”“No, sir,” I answered solemnly.“Well,” he started, in a matter of fact tone, “I have received an accusation from an anonymous source that you have a pocketknife. Is this true?”Still somber, I replied “Yes, sir.”“Could you give it to me, please?” he asked.“Yes, sir,” I said while handing my gadget to him.“Thank you,” he said, seeming satisfied.We then took a trip to Mr. Reed’s office, the principal. Coach Taylor, Mr. Reed, and I were in a confined space, surrounded by two dead deer, two dead ducks, a dead goose, a dead bobcat...
