Ailith

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I got suspended for the week. My punishment from the school was originally going to be more harsh, but my folks managed to talk the principal into giving me a lighter notice. My fate with my folks went as followed:

Since I broke a two hundred dollar desk, I was to help pay for the fine that was coming around real soon. To do that, I was to take extra babysitting and tutoring gigs alongside with doing ten times the chores I normally do, meaning they expected the house to be spotless by the time the week was up. 

Thankfully, I got to keep my tickets and my cell phone, though I'm pretty sure my father would have loved nothing more than to take both away, considering he was more of the strict parent and would constantly fight with my mom about going "too easy" on me.

I'm actually surprised they have not gotten a divorce because of those fights. Maybe it works for their relationship...

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Cleaning up the dishes after dinner, my phone began to buzz. When I looked over to see what was going on, I saw that Thomas sent me a text message. I quickly finished up, washed my hands from whatever gross shit my hands touched, and unlocked my phone.

Thomas: You asshole! I thought we had a mutual agreement that if one of us gets sent home early, we'd sneak the other out!

I chuckled, knowing that Thomas hated it when people could go home early and he didn't. His father was very particular about getting everything scheduled after school so he would not miss any classes, like doctors or dentists, so he never got the excited feeling a student gets when they are called down to the office to go to said appointment and not come back for the rest of the day.

Me: Unless you want to get a possible suspension, I don't think today would have been a good day of me stuffing you in my backpack.

Thomas: Who cares! I wanna get out of this hell hole as much as you do. Please, tell me what the fuck you did! I heard you threw a desk across Mr. Jackson's room or something crazy like that.

Wow, social media sure does spread news like wildfire! 

Throwing the desk in Mr. Jackson's room? Where the hell did that come from? 

Oh well. 

Gossiping was like whisper down the line; you never get the same story, and people come up with the most ridiculous things at the end.

Me: Desk part is right, but throwing it? The fuck did that come from? The desk broke. How? I have no fucking clue. I got aggravated and punched the desk at a normal rate...and it just...broke...

Thomas: Holy shit...

Me: That's not all though...I tested out my strength earlier when I calmed down a bit. Remember that cabinet in the kitchen under the sink where the knobs are close to each other?

Thomas: What about it?

Me: I locked it with a master lock and pulled on it like I already unlocked it...and it just snapped.

Thomas: Oh...

Me: Yeah, and the knobs fell off, too...

Thomas: Did you folks find out about the second incident?

Me: Fuck no! After what happened today, you think I'm gonna tell them I did some weird ass experiment in the kitchen?

Thomas: Are you grounded?

Me: Huh? Why?

Thomas: Just...are you grounded?

Me: Not really...?