Guided by a Glow (76)

Left alone with Principal Dexter, she hesitated, the weight of silence pressing down on her. Her thoughts swirled with question and uncertainty, but the principal's steady gaze held her in place. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, Starfania carefully chose her words, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the room. Starfania said with uncertainty but determination. " Um, Principal Dexter, could you please explain why Becka got detention, but I didn't? "

Principal Dexter leaned back in his chair, his expression weary but measured.

" I showed you mercy, " he said, his tone firm yet understanding. " because you demonstrated remorse and took responsibility for your actions. Becka, on the other hand, chose to deny her role and dismiss her mistake. That's why she was given detention. " 

Starfania frowned, trying to process his words. 

"I see," she murmured, feeling a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. It didn't seem fair that Becka had to pay the price while she felt somewhat unscathed. 

"But it still feels wrong," she added, searching for clarity. Principal Dexter studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Life often brings us situations that challenge our sense of justice. Sometimes, consequences teach us important lessons. You have the chance to reflect on this and choose wisely in the future." 

 Starfania nodded in gratitude, feeling a brief surge of relief before his demeanor shifted. His silence spoke volumes, and it was clear he knew that Starfania had failed to mention one important detail.

" Although I must say you omit something important." Dexter said, or at least his expression. " You conveniently overlooked the moment Becka labeled you as a dragon lover. " 

Starfania's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the reminder. She had hoped that no one would bring it up. Becka's teasing had stung more than she liked to admit, making her feel cornered and vulnerable. The laughter from their friends echoed in his mind, a reminder of how much he tried to fit in, yet often felt on the outside. 

"I mean, it was just a joke," she stammered, trying to defend herself. "Really, it meant nothing." 

But the words came out weak and unconvincing, even to her own ears. He could see the corners of Dexter's mouth twitching, amused by her discomfort. 

"Just a joke?" Dexter lifted an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Then why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" 

 Starfania took a deep breath, realizing she would need to face this head-on. 

"Alright, fine," she relented, her voice steadying. "Maybe I do like dragons. So what? They're fascinating creatures." 

A sudden confidence surged through her as she spoke. "With their strength and wisdom, they embody traits I admire. Beyond the jokes, how is that any different from liking anything else?" 

Dexter crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with intrigue. "So, you're proud of it?" 

The atmosphere shifted. The laughter faded, replaced by a newfound curiosity. Starfania sensed an unexpected opportunity to reclaim the narrative. 

"I am," she affirmed, meeting Dexter's gaze. "If others find it strange, that's their problem. Everyone has their quirks, right?" 

With that, Starfania felt a weight lift. Embracing her unique interests might just prompt others to do the same.