He had never been treated like this before. Yes, his teacher had beaten him up before quite a few times for neglecting to do his chores but this time, their attitude towards his was on a whole different level of hostile. Mark hadn't even managed to speak, say something, an excuse to save himself because two of the three head teachers had stormed in, the ones who were more physically powerful, and had dragged him out, each one them holding one of his arms. When he meant that he was being dragged it was actually that. Half of his upper body was in dived in dirt together with his lower part as he was being taken away, to the main building. He felt his shirt rise, getting out of his pants and his back kept being scratched by stray little rocks. He kept wagging his feet, trying to get away but the two of them were holding him so tightly that he felt like the blood flow on his arms would stop.