Loving is such a weird human concept. You can either love someone or you can hate them.
There's no in-between except apathy and when you reach that level of indifference it means that you don't care.
I cared, I really cared about them. I cared about...
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𝐈𝐗 - Manacled
----Past----
Isat in the director's office, he was not there, but the fat old lady that teaches history told me to wait here until he comes to see me.
She's a bitch. She deserves what I did.
On a shelf next to Mr. On McGill's desk there were some trophies probably from back when he was a student because the dates written on them are from a long time ago.
Is he born at the same time as at the dinosaurs?
I continued to walk around the room, looking at some old books and snitching some papers about students. Then I noticed a picture on the corner of a desk. It was the director and his wife with two kids.
One was a girl with long brown hair that looked my age, and the other one was a young boy with light brown hair. All four of them were smiling, looking like a happy and peaceful family.
Why is his girl in the picture? Mom told me only my brother could be in the picture because there was not enough space for me to fit in? So why is there a place for her and not me?
I took the picture in my hands, tracing the girl's face with the tip of my finger. "That's my daughter, Ella." Said a masculine voice from behind me as a door slammed shut.
I put the picture back in its place and sat back on the chair my teacher told me to wait in.
"But I don't think we're here to talk about a picture, aren't we, Miss Blake?" He sat loudly in his big black desk chair and opened his computer. He put on his glasses and started reading something out loud.
"So you-" He stopped for a moment, frowning. "You threw the exam sheets out the window last week, and today you fought with a student." He cleared his throat, looking at me with a hard gaze. "It's not the first time you're sitting in my office, Lexi. I don't know what's up with you this year, but you'll need to tell me so I can help you, or else I'll probably have to suspend you."
I don't care old fuck, send me back home.
"You've always been one of our best students, your grades always were the best in your class and you were one of your teacher's favorite students. What happened this summer?"
I avoid his gaze and look out the window, my arms crossed on my chest.
You're not a fucking therapist, choose another job if you want to solve people's problems.
"Fine." He sighs. "You're going to be in detention every day after school for the next month, and I'll have to call your mom."
Go on, try. She's on a boat somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean anyway.
