Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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**FLASHBACK
     ONE YEAR AGO**

Billie's POV
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I bounced both my legs anxiously as I looked around the office, gripping the arms of the chair and biting the inside of my cheek as I waited for the stupid principal to come in. My mom and dad sat on each side of me, both talking softly and trying to calm me down, but I wasn't hearing anything they were saying.

I'm in deep fucking shit right now, and I have nobody to blame but myself.

Time had passed too fast and too many things had happened. I knew I'd been in a lot of trouble this year, but I didn't know I'd been in this much trouble.

I don't regret a damn thing I've done though. I only do what I know how to do, and I do it damn well too.

I jumped as I heard the door creak open, and then in walked the principal. Mrs. Ayana. She's a real hard ass.

"I'm sure we all know why we're here today." She sighed as she sat down in her chair and scooted it closer to her desk, picking up a large stack of papers. She held them up and shook her head as she let out a small, bitter chuckle. "Let's go over all Billie's disciplinary referrals, shall we?"

"That could take a while." I muttered before crossing my arms over my chest and narrowing my eyes at her.

"I've organized them from petty incidents to full-fledged crimes," she kept her condescending smile on and then put her glasses on the bridge of her nose, clearing her throat before she began to read.

"We've got, ugh...twenty-two write-ups for being on her phone during class, nineteen write-ups for being late to class, seventeen write-ups for being a distraction during class and sixteen for sleeping in class..." She put one of the papers to the side and I leaned over to look at it, noticing it wasn't the actual referrals, obviously, just a paper she'd written on to keep track of them.

"Fourteen for skipping, though I know there should be way more of those, only thirteen for cussing, somehow. Teachers don't usually write that up unless it's absolutely excessive." She raised a brow and looked at me from under her glasses. "Now let's get to the good stuff! Eleven fights before the first semester is even over. And those are only the ones we've actually been able to punish her for. I'm sure if we could see her beating the hell out of students in the bathrooms during the lunch period that number would spike up." She rolled her eyes.

"Definitely." I agreed.

"Hush, Billie." Dad hissed before popping my thigh.

"There was also the food fight started by you and your group of friends, the riot you started at not one, but two sporting events—"

"They weren't riots and I didn't start them."

"I'm skipping around here, but I almost forgot about the gum in your teacher's chair incident."

"It was a harmless prank."

"That Mrs. Lewis quit her job over."