The life of Zacarias Poncho

[Zapp]

A few days later....

Zacarias' mom had been called to yet another guidance counselor meeting; this time informed that he had gotten into a fight. She entered the cheerfully decorated room, to see Zacarias sitting there with a look of somber dignity on his face. He was determined that he was in the right, and anyone that thought him wrong could burn for all he cared.

The counselor started without preamble: "Zacarias just sent a poor boy to the hospital, for no apparent reason."

"Is this true, Zac?"

"There was a reason, but he won't care even if I tell him so." Zacarias said, getting an exasperated look on his face. "They always believe the 'victim', even if he's not really the victim."

"So are you saying you're a victim, then? You kicked him so hard in the stomach that he started bleeding internally! Don't you know what that means? Do you feel no sorrow?" The counselor was angry now; he had put up with Zac's eccentricities for a while now, but apparently this had pushed him overboard.

"No, I don't fell sorry. Him and his goons tried to bash my brains in, and I gave him his comeuppances for thinking he could try and hurt me. If he's too stupid to try and hurt me, then he got what he deserved."

The counselor was spluttering, but Zac's mom jumped in to the rescue. "If you're trying to say the person that attacked is the victim, then I don't care what you say, at all. If you're that incompetent, you shouldn't have this job. I think I'm going to file a complaint."

The counselor, after much talking to, finally relented and exonerated Zacarias from blame, but this wasn't the last time there would be a situation like this.

As they left the office, Catalina hugged Zacarias with one arm, and offered to buy him an ice cream. He had just made her very proud.

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