I Don't Know What to Do, Mr. Iglesias *A Mr. Iglesias fanfic*

My First Day at Woodrow Wilson High School

"Come on you dirty, rotten bitch! You've got school! Your ass better be down here in five minutes or I'm leaving without you." My father said as he continued to get himself ready for the day because he has work. This is something that you'd probably expect out of a movie like the Breakfast Club, right? Well, this is my life. My real life. Unfortunate, I know. But, what can you expect from a father when the mother leaves him a baby girl at the doorstep when the daughter was only three. Pathetic on her part, right? Anyway, this is the start of my story here at Wilson.

I got dressed in what I thought to be a school appropriate outfit (pictured above. Ignore the ring and bracelet) and get ready to go to my new school. I slipped on my boots before grabbing my rolling computer bag that I use for school because of my back and walking out the door. 

Of course, I couldn't walk out the door without being slapped by my father. It doesn't even hurt much anymore. I walk down the sidewalk, bored and numb as always, as I listen to Nickelback, one of my favorite artists.

 I walk into the school after what was about a ten minute walk. I head into the principal's office. "Principal Madison?" I asked softly, knocking on her door. I look up to see a very nice lady looking at me through the door. "You must be our new student, Violet Whitt-Wolfe. Come on in." she said, moving so that I could walk in before she closed the door. "So you got sent here after Poly expelled you. May I ask why?" she asked. "In all honesty, they didn't understand the way that my brain works. If you notice in the paperwork, it said that I was 'counselled out.'" I stated calmly, pointing to the spot in the paperwork that would say that. She nodded. 

"Of course. Isn't your father supposed to be with you?" she asked, curious. "He's supposed to be, but he wasn't feeling well this morning. Flu and all." I stated, covering for him. The real reason he didn't show up was because he didn't want to. He never shows up for anything. "Okay. And I take it that you know enough to answer any questions I may have?" she asked, double-checking. "Of course. I also have all of my documentation, should you need it." I said, partially pulling out a folder that I have with all of my information in it. "I may need it to put information into the system. May I borrow it?" she asked. 

I pulled the folder out of my bag. "Of course." I stated, handing it over to her. "I also have a separate folder with my IEP, but there's a copy of that within the file, so that it's there. The one I have is for my teachers to know specifically where I stand in each of the classes." I stated. "Okay. Here's your schedule. If you need anything, let me know." she told me as I stood up. "Of course. Thank you Principal Madison." I stated before I left, the piece of paper with my locker and schedule on it. First, I had science with Mr. Trujillo. Then, history with Mr. Iglesias. Then art, math, and English, ending my day with band.

*Time Skip brought to you by Mr. Iglesias' amazing impressions*

The day was over and I went home almost immediately afterward. Once I got home, I immediately got started on dinner. If I didn't have it ready for him by the time he got home at 4, I'd get punished. After dinner was made and put on the counter, I ran upstairs and got started on my homework, hiding in my room as always. It was mostly paperwork, so I just got it over with and finished it within half an hour. 

Just as I finished my homework, my dad stumbled in. He must've gotten out of work early and gone to the bar again. It's nothing new. He does this once a week so that he has dinner at the same time every night. I forgot my homework on the table, per usual, and my father grabbed it and burned it, saying I had no reason to be in school. I tried to salvage what I could, but I couldn't save any of it except for my history homework, which somehow had not gotten burned. I put my history homework in my bag and went upstairs, taking a shower and putting the assignment in my bag before I went to sleep for the night, hoping tomorrow would be different.