wheres my teenage dream?

expelled (perspective of Aimée)

JUNE 19, 2023

              "That's 1 point for Denver, the score is tied" damn I really thought we had it "oh well" I muttered to myself, if Juan can get the spike, we surely will win." Coache's deafening whistle blazed in my left ear. I jogged over to the team bench and he gave us our small pep talk, "OK, we are tied 24-24, I need you to set it to Juan." He looked between me and Juan, we both nodded quickly. "now for the rest of you, put on your absolute best game, no pressure but we can't afford to lose." Julia from Denver College was up to serve, it was smooth; I've gotta admit, Denver was skilled. That doesn't mean we weren't though, Garcia bumped it straight at me. Although I didn't like Garcia very much, I appreciated her actually trying.  Please don't miss this. I honestly think my set was amazing, but that stupid girl, that stupid stupid girl. Juan looked sharply at the ball as she did the steps; right, left, jump, swing! But, she missed, that girl missed.  I couldn't believe it, I felt all my anger boiling inside of me. "OOH, a missed spike from Towson College, the score is now 24-25 for Denver" the game reporter screaming into his mic "that means, Denver has won the 2023 College Volleyball Championship!" What? That couldn't be! Could be we redo it? "Juan! You stupid unskilled, unattractive, dim-witted, two-faced, IDIOT, how could you miss such a simple task!" I fumed "all you had to do was hit the damn ball, we would have won." Juan looked offended "I-I didn't mean to you see I was distracted my moth-" but I didn't care I ran up to her and kicked her in the stomach, slapped her multiple times, and I think I probably swore a bit at her too. It took my coach and another parent pulling me off her about 1 minute later, for me to finally calm down. I knew though, it was too late to make it up to my college, I was definitely off the team.

              I heard over the college intercom "Aimée Caron, please report to Mr. Miller's office immediately." My heart sank to my stomach. I slowly walked into the school building with my head hung low as I walked into the dreaded room - the principal's office. It was the place where all your worst nightmares came true, where you would be called in and then eating alive by a carnivorous, cannibal, what-nightmares-are-made-off creature. I walked into the office and Mr. Miller gestured for me to sit down. "Aimée, I assume you already know that your actions were very stupid and there are consequences for your insensitivity" Mr. Miller started, "now, I'm going to call in your parents to inform them of all this." I knew it was coming, but I was still afraid of how my parents would react. It wasn't my 1st offence though, earlier in the semester, I was angry at my mother for taking away my phone after I swore at her. Later that night, I decided it would be a good idea to sneak out to teach her a lesson. I know I am 20, but in the city we live in, parents pay for everything up till the child becomes 24 (I know weird!) Anyways, with that rule in place, I decided to spray paint the French word "caca" (poop) on the back wall of the school. I tried to be slick about it, but there was security and I wasn't very covered up when I went there. I was caught by 2 security guards who then brought me to the office, I was given a 3-day suspension for beaking in & vandalism. My second offence was when I spat in the face of my teacher when she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. It sounds dumb, but she saw it as rude & "disrespectful" and she got me a 3-day suspension! I swear all the teachers literally hate me! Mom and dad came in about 2 minutes looking panic and in a rush,  I knew they had left Louis at home all by himself. "We came as soon as we could, this better be quick, I had to go off work" Dad sounded impatient. Mr. Miller nodded, then looked at me "could you please step out of the room." I whispered "ok".

            20 minutes of playing Candy Crush later, mom and dad solemnly came out of the principal's office."Vous êtes une honte absolue, parfois j'aimerais avoir un reçu pour vous, afin que je puisse vous rendre!" screamed my mother at the top of her lungs as we entered the car. What she said was "you absolute disgrace, sometimes I wish I had a receipt for you, so I could return you!" I was kind of unbothered by her saying this though because that was exactly what she had told me the  2 times I got suspended. Mom kept going "he said 'if you put as much effort into your little outbursts as you did for volleyball, you would be an elite player but no, NO, you refuse to control yourself, and now we have to pay for that girl's hospital bills or we might get sued!" "Mom, I'm sorry", "Oh, Aimée Garcon Elizabeth Caron, that's what you always say, but you never listen, let me tell you, if you ever pull a stunt like this, I will beat the crap out of you" with that she turned around and gave me a hard slap across the face. I pretended not to care, but deep down I was as hurt as ever, I felt unloved, useless & a waste of space. I was expelled and there was nothing I could do about it.