Honors Night, Unscripted Drama

ce. It wasn't about helping a stud

ring. A few students snickered. My own

think..." I started, m

th suspicion. "That this should be swept under the rug? T

lope out to me.

paper felt heavy, too important f

on' these days," he said, gesturing to the a

, his knuckles white where he gripped the armrests

t was about him too. If I read this,

e? Mr. Davies was a bulld

ething, but my dad put a restraining hand on her arm.

The silence in the aud

urged, a cruel edge to his

iting was elegant, practiced. Definite

y voice shaking despite

not silly, not superficia

d determination captivated me. I've watched you debate in Mock Trial, l

appearing. This probably wasn't th