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It was miserable at home. I actually missed going to school. Being at home bored me and allowed too much time to think. I regretted my actions. On the other hand, I didnt want to appear weak. Chelsea had that impression of me, so I had to prove her differently. And this girl still had the upper hand. All I did was make a fool of myself. All the students were probably laughing at me at school. Then, my dad avoided me at home. For two entire days, he spoke no words to me. Not even a greeting. I broke down and cried one day. I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was like I couldn't stay away from trouble anywhere.

It was Friday when Antonio called me.

Miesha.  Hello

Antonio.  Hey Miesha

Miesha.   Hi Antonio

Antonio.  How are you?

Miesha.    Not good.

Antonio. How many more days are you out?

Miesha. Today is my last day. But I still have the weekend

Antonio. Damn Miesha I'm sorry

Miesha. Have people been talking?

Antonio. You shouldn't worry about school. You need to get out. Do want to go out and get something to eat tonight?

Him avoiding the answer confirmed that the fight was the talk of the school.

Miesha. I can't

Antonio. Why?

Miesha. My dad said I'm not allowed to go out for while because of what happened.

Antonio. You can't convince him. You have been stuck at home. I'm sure that what happened was within reason.

Miesha. It was, but I don't know. He's too mad. I don't want to risk making him madder.

Antonio. It's alright if you can't.

Miesha. Okay thanks for understanding

Antonio. How long you think he's going to be mad?

Miesha. I have been upsetting him a lot lately. It's going to be difficult for me.

My voice broke on that last statement.

Antonio. Hey don't cry Miesha.

Miesha. I'm trying to be strong.

Antonio. He is your dad. He loves you. It's not like he's going to be mad forever.

Miesha. I know but I need to go to talk to him now. This is driving me insane

Antonio. Okay well let me know how it goes. I'm here if you need to talk

Miesha. Thank you

I hung up. My dad was in the kitchen with Bridget. They were quiet when I walked in.

"Daddy." He didn't even look at me. "Can I talk to you?"

Nothing. Not even a head nod.

"Please," I said in my tiniest voice.

"I'll leave and go to my room." Bridget almost ran from her seat. There was so much tension that I wanted to cry. 

I took the chair that Bridget was sitting in. "Daddy, I know you are mad again."

I almost started ranting on a about everything, but he held a finger up.

"I don't want to hear all these excuses."

"But daddy."

"Miesha," he yelled, "I don't want to hear it little girl. I have been patient enough with you. Dealing with your attitude and talking back. Now you fighting in school? My patience has ran out for you."

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