"You're daughter punched someone again today, Miss Rainger." Mr Whinskey stated.
"I know. I don't know what we are going to do." Mom replied.
I sighed. This is so stupid.
"I do." he said.
Oh great, here comes some stupid punishment.
"She will be expelled for the rest of the school year. If you choose to enroll her next year, thats fine. But I don't see a point in doing it. She will never graduate, so its pointless."
"I understand" Mom said, frowning.
"I just knew how much she wanted to go to college."
Pssh. Yeah right mom!
We walked into the car, and for ten minutes, nobody said anything.
"You know its not my fault I'm like this." I muttered.
"THEN WHO'S IS IT, DEMI? WHO'S IS IT?" she yelled.
"Yours." I answered.
"I DON'T WANT TO EVER HERE YOU SAY THAT AGAIN. EVER." she replied.
"Well, its true. Ever since the divorce, you and Dad made me like, I dunno. Like emo."
"Demi, think what you want to think, but thats not true." she said.
When we pulled up the driveway, she slammed the door, and ran inside.
Great.
