It had been a few years since then, she was now eight and she was ready to rumble, going to school with her guitar case and backpack, her father kissed her cheek goodbye as she leaned against the drivers window."Have a good day," he said, "I will! Bye daddy, I love you," she smiled and kissed his cheek before waving and running over to her small circle of friends.
They usually ditched her, but she was naive and trusted them as friends anyways.
"Why do you kiss your dad goodbye?" One of them frowned, "Um... Cause I love my dad?" Mixelle frowned in confusion, "What are you, incest?" Another giggled."Do you even know what incest means?" Mixelle asked, "Yeah, you," She said, "Um... Okay?" Mixelle frowned and walked off, shaking her head as she made her way to her class, she was in early, her teacher glared at her making her extremely confused, had she done something wrong.
"You're meant to knock," she snapped, Mixelle jumped at the tone of voice she used.
"Um... Right... Sorry," Mixelle mumbled, "No! Go out and knock," She huffed, Mixelle sighed but got up, knocking on the door, she finally got to go in so she sat down and wrote down the task.
"What's with the sucking up?" The teacher barked, "Huh?" Mixelle asked, "It's not 'huh' it's 'pardon'!" She yelled, "Welll... Pardon?" Mixelle frowned in confusion, "You, you're here early, you're doing your work early, what do you want?" Miss huffed.
"Um... I'm just doing my work so it gets done quicker..." Mixelle murmured.
The teacher wouldn't let up though, she was like that the WHOLE day, even at recess and lunch.
She would come up to Mixelle and bother her, telling her to stop reading and that she needs to run around and stay healthy.
At the end of the day, the poor girl broke down crying as she was yelling at her.
Mick was waiting in the car park, waiting for her to get out of her class so he could drive her home.
However after ten minutes, he turned his car off, got out and made his way to her classroom.
There he heard her bickering to Mixelle, he saw through the door that she was crying and apologizing for something.
He threw the door opened and walked in, "Hey!" He yelled, miss jumped and turned, "Hi Mr. Deal! I was just telling Mixelle what good-" he cut her off, "Don't give me that bullshit, I saw you yelling at my daughter," Mick barked, "Come here honey," Mick said, Mixelle packed her bag and walked over to him, sniffling as he gently patted her head.
"What are you giving my daughter grief about?" Mick asked, the woman didn't respond.
Instead eyed Mixelle who looked at her father."Daddy!" Mixelle sniffled, the teacher glared at her, "Daddy she was mean to me all day, she even told me off for reading at recess and lunch and I should stay fit," Mixelle sniffled, "How dare you?" Mick frowned, "I didn't, that little brat is a liar!" Miss yelled.
"WHO ARE YOU TO CALL MY DAUGHTER A BRAT?!" Mick yelled back, he picked her up and carried her to the office.
"Where are you going?" Miss gasped, sounding panicked.
"Going to report your sorry ass," Mick hissed and went to the front desk.
"Hey, how may I help you?" The office lady asked, "I'd like to make a complaint about one of your teachers..." Mick said.It went down...
The woman was screaming insults at Mick and his daughter, it even escalated to her throwing things around as Mixelle yelped and grabbed her dads hand.
"Cops are on their way!" Principal Lila barked, she screamed like Godzilla.
"Daddy, I'm scared..." Mixelle pouted, "I know honey, it'll be alright," Mick said softly, "You two better wait in the nurses office, I'll lock you in until the cops get here," The principal said and led the way, locking them in for their safety.Mick sat on the bed, his daughter sitting next to him as blue and red lights soon filled the parking lot as that crazy woman was arrested.
"Daddy... I don't like school anymore..." She murmured, Mick sighed softly and kissed her head.
All that, she loved school and now that crazy teacher ruined it for her."I know baby, it'll be okay..." He sighed and took her home, he would for sure homeschool her from now on.
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