Slave

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Recap: Marcus and Ryder fight. Lara starts crying, principal came

"You three,my office, now!" the principal said

She started walking and I just followed her and so did Marcus and Ryder.

We enter the room and I immediately took and so did Marcus, i think. Poor Ryder was left standing.

"First off, Marcus and Ryder, the troublemakers of the school, why were you two fighting?" the principal asked

"Nothing..." Ryder muttered

"Well, it's something, if you two were kicking and punching. aside from that, fighting is not allowed in the school. I am going to let this go but... I have to talk to Miss... Erm, I'm sorry but what is your name and I haven't seen you before, are you a new student?

"Yes... I... am a n...new student... my... n...name is ...Lara'l" I said through sobs

"There is no need to cry." The principal said

"Cry baby!" Marcus muttered

"Marcus, shut up!" said the principal

Wow, the principal is so cool. Damn, so not strict.

"Sorry Mother... I mean principal Johnson!" Marcus said.

" Marcus, how many god damn time, do I have to tell you to not call me mother in school?". Asked principal Johnson

"Sorry, it slipped!"replied Marcus

"Well Lara, do not tell anybody this!" Principal Johnson commanded.

"Okay," I said meekly

"Why were you crying?"

"Well, I have a fear of fights and when I see them, I start crying. I asked them to stop but they ignored me."

"Well, as a principal, I can't do this but as a mother and an aunt, I have the rights to do this so... Marcus, Ryder, You two are going to be Lara's slave for the whole academic year, in and out of the school ad Ryder I will be calling your mom."

" WHAT?" Marcus and Ryder screamed in unison

"No, aunt Haley please!" begged Ryder

Principal Johnson just ignored their pleads and begs.

"Lara, you will have the day off, to explore the school."

I just nodded and walked around the school, until the bell rang.

I dragged my feet all the way back home.

I opened the door...

OMG there he was standing there.

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