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"Thank you human." She nods.
I nod in return, not quite sure what to say. Still incredibly confused by the whole situation.
She looks down at my sweats again.
"That is where the human male appendage lies, am I correct?" She asks...
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My conversation with the Principal went about the way I expected it to go.
Him: What is your issue with Mr. Lemon?
Me: He's an ignorant racist asshole.
Him: So he said something? What did he say?
Me: ...Something ignorant and racist.
Him: What warranted such an extreme response?
Me: ...I don't like ignorant racist assholes.
Him: That still doesn't give you the right to hit him.
Me: ...I really don't like them. (at this he sighed in exasperation)
Him: Our school prides itself in non-violent methods of conflict resolution. You know this. So I'm going to ask you again, why did you strike Mr. Lemon?
Me: ...He was looking particularly strike-able this morning. (this is where he rolled his eyes but kind of looked like he was holding back a laugh. I'm not the only one that isn't fond of Liam Lemon)
Him: I understand that Mr. Lemon has a... unique style of communication that doesn't mix well with others. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what he said. You're a good kid so I'll let you off with a warning. Don't do this shit again though (he likes to occasionally curse around us because he thinks it'll make him relatable. It doesn't. He still sucks.)
Me: I won't Principal Borsie.
Him: Good. So...How's Lorena doing?
And then I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth start to grind against each other because that wasn't the first time nor will it be the last time that a middle aged bachelor in Coral Cove has asked about my mother. He spent the rest of the time telling stories about my mom in high school, as though I asked and was curious about the teenage angst version of a woman who's horny enough as it is.
I'm suspended for the rest of the week – which is wild because somehow Liam has never once received any kind of consequence for one of the twenty-seven times he's beat my ass, but whatever. The reality is that this could have gone worse and I received a pretty light consequence all things considered.
I step out of the principal's office with a sheepish smile on my face and I find Dhalia exactly where I left her before I was ferried into Principal Dipshit's office. Nothing against Anthony Borsie, he's just...not my cup of tea. It's hard to like a man your mother probably definitely may have also slept with.
The school's front office is typically as lively as a hospital waiting room. There is one dingy window facing the courtyard and parking lot that leads to the school entrance; so not only is there very little natural light peeking in through the blinds, the view itself is pretty shitty. Everyone has a tendency to move at a slower speed and no one really looks like they want to be there. The only saving grace is typically the front desk lady, Patricia Pearl, a kind woman who means well but should really keep her nose out of everyone else's business.
