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Sophia-

I got my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked it and tapped my mom's contact name.

" yes Sophia?" she questions from the other side of the line.

" mom I have something to tell you" I look at the girl and her face is red from embarasement.

"Are you pregnant!?" she yells.

"No mom! I'm not pregnant I'm only 15" I roll my eyes and she laughs.

"Good I'm too young to be a grandma" she's still laughing.

" mom can I speak?" she stops laughing which tells me she's listening.

"Joey is bullying a girl from school" I truthfully tell her.

"What!? Joey wouldnt do that" she doesn't believe me...wow.

" mom it's true...I know joeys your favorite kid and you dont want to believe it buts it is true and I have proof"

She pauses for a second and then speaks, "what's the proof?"

The fact that she didn't deny him being her favorite is disappointing....

"I'm giving the phone to his victim" I hand the phone to the girl.
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Olivia-

She hands the phone to me and I gulp taking the phone from her.

"Hello" I say quietly.

"Hi, I'm joeys mom...um,is it true that Joey bullies you?" she sounds disapointed.

"Y-yes ma'am" I stutter and mentally face palm myself.

"I'm so sorry" I can tell she's about to cry.

"Its not your fault" I frown.

"It is....i gave birth to him."

"You did but you didn't tell him to do this to me" I look down to avoid eye contact with Sophia and her friend.

"Okay....I'm coming to the school, can you hand the phone back to Sophia please?"

I hand Sophia her phone and she talks to her for about a minute until she hangs up.

"She's on her way here" Sophia smiles at me.

" okay..." I force a smile.

"Im loren by the way" the other girl smiles.

"Im Olivia" I smile back.

Am I actually gonna make friends?

"I've always wanted that name" loren looks at me.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah I love that name" she smiles.

" that's weird cause I hate my name...Joey calls me olive" I look down after saying the last part.

I feel someone hug me and I look up a and see Sophia the one hugging me.

"Im so sorry about him" she let's go of the hug.

" yeah" I look the opposite way.

" wanna sit with us at lunch?" Sophia asks while smiling.

"Sure" I smile back.

" okay well see ya then...we better get back to class loren" she smiles at me.

"Yep see ya then" I smile and she walks away.

Wow people are actually talking to me...it's a miracle.

I smile and go back to class.
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Joey-

It was second period and I was in history aka the worst class in man kind.

I'm playing fortnite on my phone not paying attention when I hear the teachers phone ring. She answers the call and scans the class.

"Yes I do" she says staring at me.

I look around and everyones staring at me.

"Yep I'll send him down" she hangs up.

" Joseph you're wanted in the office" she writes something down and looks back up at me.

I walk over to her desk and she hands me a paper that says hall pass and it has her signature written on the bottom.

I roll my eyes and walk down to the office.

I open the two glass doors and see the back of a women's head, that head looks familiar. The lady turns around and I realize that lady is my mother.

"Joseph please sit" the principal calls me over to sit.

I gulp and sit down next to my mom.

"So I heard from someone that you've been bullying a girl named Olivia parker. Is this true?" my mom asks while burning holes in my eyes with hers.

I look away and nod my head.

" are you kidding me?!" she yells.

"You are grounded for life!" she yells again.

" and suspended from school for three days" the principal adds in.

I wasnt worried about being suspended, I was worried about being grounded...that means no more fortnite!

" so what do you have to say for yourself?" my mom brings me out of my daze.

"Uh I'm not sorry" I shrug my shoulders.

"Wow ridiculous, I did not raise you like this" she shakes her head.

"Now you'll need to grab your things and leave" the principal looks at me and pushes her glasses against her forehead in between her non-existent eyebrows.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.