wait// joshler

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"suspension?" i basically scream at the principal.

he keeps his composure, his hands are tightly sewn together, on his desk. like somethings keeping them there. forbidding he look like a normal human. he looks only of a robot with no emotions and human skin. 

"you punched a kid. made his nose bleed. it's only fair."

dad sits next to me, "can't he at least get detention? we have a lot going on at home."

the principal's face shows me he intends on giving me no slack. 

"no. if i give him a pass now, he'll think that's all life is."

"please," i pleaded.

"one week suspension."

-

i want to throw my headphones on and dissolve into my playlists that consist of musicians like conan gray, the 1975, halsey and blink-182. but i can't. and that makes me angry. it makes me want to punch a hole through the car door. 

dad keeps looking in the rear view mirror. we keep locking eyes. but he says nothing. 

it is agonizing and aggravating. 

"will you say something, dad?" i plead.

the silence continues. 

a/n: anahhhahahaha

not me being so busy and distracted wirh other stuff 

that i almost forgot to post for today