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I would rather not go
Back to the old house
(Pov: Mariah)
I turned up the nostalgic music that was filling my ears as I walked into the noisy school building
I put my head down, feeling the glares coming from my "friends," but they're not even important to me
"Mariah Smith, may you come down to the office? I repeat, come down to the office,"
Everyone stared at me as the speakers went
Off I walked down to the principal office already, knowing what this could be about
"Mariah, what a surprise you showed up after missing a month of school," the principal said sarcastically. I didn't even answer him. I just stood by the door, ready to leave
"Don't go out that door until I'm finished talking to you." I hate him so much that he makes me uncomfortable and makes slick comments just because I dress masculine
"You know people might actually like you if you weren't a stuck-up dick face." I gave him the bird as I finished my statement
"Okay that's it I'm calling your mom down here to come get you" I started panicking my mom hates me she'll kill me "please please don't call her ill do anything" "no it's too late for that sit down now!" The yelling made me cringe
"Hell yes, is this miss Smith...yes, this is principal Mike..mm yes, she's been cursing me out today, and I'd like for you to come get her, and we need to speak."
