"Arrhh!" Victor groaned loudly, his voice filled with frustration and pain as he stretched his sore body.
The aftermath of his encounter with the Principal had clearly left its mark. "Ouch... My ribs! I'm sure they're broken!"
"You should be thankful it's only your ribs that are broken, brat!" the Principal retorted, clapping her hands together as if to brush off any lingering dust. She sat back down, her posture regal and commanding as she looked at Victor.
Victor winced as he tried to sit upright, muttering under his breath, "Thankful, huh? Easy for you to say..."
500(600(650)...) PS=1(1(1)...)Ex/ 50(100(120)..) GT=1(2(2)...)Ex