Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{53}

The small brush glided through my hair. My loose curls bounced with each brush and I pushed my hair behind my shoulder. I wore a black sweater vest, with a white turtle neck underneath, with black bell-bottomed jeans. I glanced at the time. It was one in the afternoon and we were just about to leave work to attend the mandatory meeting. I was nervous, but I wasn't going to show it. But, I wasn't going down without a fight. I grabbed my long, light brown coat, walking out of my office. Alex had agreed to take River and Clover home if this meeting took until two thirty. Which brought a lot less stress to my table.

I walked out of the elevator. Brendon waited for me, his leather jacket hanging on his arm, but when he saw me, he put it on. Brendon put his hand behind him, letting me know I could take it and I did, following behind him as he dragged me out of the studio.

I could hear the clicking of the cameras from across the street. Brendon pulled my hand, pulling my in front of him and he rested his arm along my shoulder. Both him and I knew it was the paparazzi.

I unlocked my car door. Brendon held his hand out and I tossed him the keys as he got into the passenger seat. Brendon seemed to be calm. I don't think he had any nerves walking into this meeting. He was confident.

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We sat in the chairs of the waiting room. I hadn't been inside a middle school for this long since...well, since I was in middle school. Brendon's leg shook as he looked around, grabbing a magazine and tapping my shoulder. I glanced over at him, furrowing my eyebrows and pushing him a bit and leaning toward him. "put that down."

"You want me to stare at the wall while we wait for this stupid as-"

"Brendon. We are in an middle school, better yet, our daughters middle school. Watch your language."

Brendon scoffed and put the book down, leaning back in his chair. Still shaking his leg. "Get your act together. This is a serious meeting."

Brendon nodded his head. I heard a door open and my head shot toward the hallway, "Mr and Mrs. Urie."

Brendon and I got up. I took a deep breath and slung my purse over my shoulder. Brendon let me go first and I shook the principle's hand. Brendon did the same and we followed him back to the office. I took a breath as I sat down in the chair first, then Brendon sat in the one next to me. Principle Kreed cleared his throat as he sat down in his chair that made him 'authoritative.'

I took my purse off of my shoulder, leaning down and putting it on the ground, "So. This meeting is important, you guys say?"

I crossed my leg over the other and put my hands on my knees, "Yes. Uhm, we need to...uh—take Daphne out of school for a little bit."

Principle Kreed crossed his arms and stared at us, "and why is that, Mrs. Urie?"

I glanced at Brendon, then back at Kreed, "well, my husbands on tour and i'm joining along with my two others. I can't just leave my eleven year old alone. I've got no one else to watch her."

"Well," Kreed began, "I guess you're s-o-l."

I glared at him, "what is s-o-l?"

"I'll make it simple for you, Joanne-"

Brendon leaned forward in his chair, pointing at Kreed. "That's Mrs. Urie to you, Mr.Kreed. We aren't on first name basis."

Principle Kreed leaned back in his chair and chuckled for a moment, "you're not taking the kid outta school. Sorry not sorry, but just because you're some nobody musician and your wife is just another nobody as well—doesn't mean you and your kids get special treatment. Daphne was suspended from school in October, she cannot be taken out of school."