I rolled my eye, great a lesson in my least favorite past time, respect. Just thinking about the word made me a little mad, too many bad memories I guess, but for me the word respect just lead to ice packs, cover up and long sleeves.<br/><br/>I shook the unpleasant thoughts away and though about this little demonstration. I highly doubted I would find anything at this school truly amusing but this didn't even warrant the possibility. Some one was going to be punished in there, probably Charlotte, and badly enough that the whole school got to watch and in an effort to tame some of the student body. It was a little sickening to think about but I let none of that show on my face and just adopted a look of boredom. "I doubt anything you do here I'll find amusing." I said dryly<br/><br/>The girl said thank you and I felt my mouth fall open, she'd been threatened with tattoos, people got them for fun what was so bad about that? Any respect I'd felt for the girl fell away and the usual smirk returned to my face, "Your welcome." I said with heavy sarcasm.