Never Love An English

Defect

Be Fiona:

A few days ago. I talked to Jake's principal. He talked about how my son had over reacted, and that no one had tried to kill him. He told me my son was a problem. That I needed to change my son. I told my mother this.

This afternoon, while Jake was at school. I looked it up. I wish I never had. It was a 50% chance, that my child's behavior would worsen. A chance, that my child. Might have Schizophrenia, and possibly have a multiple personality disorder. I didn't want this for my baby. I didn't need to know that my child could think I'm trying to hurt him when I'm actually trying to help. I want a healthy child.

I looked up the causes as well. The causes of Schizophrenia. One that made me almost cry, "low birth weight" and another one, "childhood trama". My stupid body has caused his pain. My baby is so confused with what is actually reality, and it's all because of me...

Once again, the receptionist called me. Telling me Jake wants to come home. His 4th day of school. He'd survived the 3rd on his own. But all others, he wanted to come home early.

I came to the school, walking into the office. Jake had bruises on him. I dashed over to him. "Baby, are you okay?" I asked him, looking over his arms to make sure there was no blood.

"He said some boys hurt him today on play ground. Also, Mrs.English. The principal would like to speak with you again." The lady says.

I lead my son to the seat in the office, kissing his forehead then going into the principal's office.

"Hello again Mrs.English. I'd like to speak with you about your son's issues once again. If you'll please sit down." He said.

I stayed standing. "What is it this time?" I asked.

"Your son has mental issues, he pays attention in class. But in gym he hid the whole time, in fear someone would stab him. In art he only uses green and refuses to use any other color or let anyone else use it. And when reading a book, he screamed, throwing the book, and hiding in the corner." He said.

"He's only a child. He's 6 years old! And what's this I hear about boys beating him up. Why is my child bruised up?!" I ask in anger.

"Mrs.English, boys will be boys. The big pick on the small. The babies are picked on by the preteens. It's how the world works. It just happens your boy is the smallest kid in the whole school. I'm not surprised that kids teased him and beat him up." He said. That's when I grabbed him by his stupid purple tie.

I yelled, "HE'S MY SON!!! AND YOU DARE TO SAY THAT! I WORKED MY ASS OFF JUST TO HAVE ONE KID! HE'S UNDER GROWN, PROBABLY HAS A MENTAL DISORDER, AND HIS FATHER HAS DISOWNED HIM! HE HAS HAD ENOUGH TORCHER! I'M TAKING HIM OUT OF YOUR SCHOOL! YOU SIR, ARE AN ASS. AND I WILL NEVER BRING HIM HERE EVER AGAIN." With that, I let go of him. Storming out of the room, and slamming his office door.

"Un-inroll my child from this school immediately." I say to the lady. Tearing her little permission slip. I pick up my child and carry him out to the car. I drive to the school across town.

"Jake, we're gonna take you to this school now. Okay?" I said, looking back at my bruised, flushed faced son, as he's still wiping tears from his eyes. He nods. I bring him inside. Starting to chat with the woman at the front desk.

"I'd like to inroll my son. He's 6 years old and he'll be in kindergarten." I say to the lady. I look at her sternly saying, "what do I need to fill out that guarantees that this won't happen to my son here?" I rub Jake's arm.

She passes me a form and a pen. I sign and fill out everything. Passing it back to her. "Liam English, he's your husband?" She asks.

I nod, "only by the thread of not having enough money for a divorce, and not wanting him to see who he disowns as his son." I hold Jake tighter.

"I'll remember that. My daughter is one of his neighbors. They hang out a lot apparently. I'll be sure to warn her." She says.

"And you're all signed up, he starts September 12th. Have a nice day.... Fiona. " she says my name after looking down at the card. I thank her then take Jake home.

Alternia Elementary isn't what it used to be. At least not what I remember...

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