The teacher looked helpless. It wasn't that she didn't want to tend to Kenneth Mitchell's wounds; it was that Kenneth wouldn't let her.
"Mrs. Riley, please calm down. Kenneth won't let us touch him, and actually, today's fight has something to do with him," Otto suddenly spoke up.
He pointed at the bruised and battered kid across from him and said coldly, "They pushed Kenneth down and called him names, so I hit them. I didn't do anything wrong."
He looked up at Crystal Foster, his eyes full of determination.
Crystal smiled and gently patted his head. "Mommy isn't blaming you. They were wrong to bully Kenneth. You did the right thing by standing up for him."
As soon as she said this, the parents across the room were not pleased.
"Sylvia Byrne, what do you mean? Are you saying your kid was right to hit?"
"Exactly, just because you're Martin Riley's wife doesn't mean you can act high and mighty. Look at what your kid did to my son. This isn't over."
