Director's Origins

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⚡︎ "C'mon now Jake, don't y'think you're flyin' just a little off the handle?"

"I lost count on how many times I had t'deal with this shit!"

"I know, I know, but he's just a kid."

"That /kid/ of yours shoved another just because he made a few wisecracks on the boy's height. He then threw him t'the ground an' continued to clock'm until someone was brave enough t'pull him off!"

"I can't explain it, he's got a real bad temper I told ya how many times."

"It's over with Matteo. He's off the team for the rest of the season an' that's final. An' if he wants t'come back next year he better straighten up his act or he's banned."

Closing his eyes and heaving out a sigh, Matteo nodded slowly and then turned around with crossed arms and headed back. Dropping his arms to his sides he strolled over to a young Conner whose eyes flashed right up to him. Only slight guilt and worry were in them, but not much. Justifying that he didn't feel too sorry for what he had done.

"Well?"

"Off the team, also t'straighten up or you're banned."

"Banned?! What the hell does that even mean?! I go t'this school too!"

"Easy, y'ain't favored at the moment, pull another stunt an' you're really screwed."

Rolling his eyes Conner walked with his father back out of the football field and off the property. The walk back home was quiet, as Conner just glared down at his feet as they made it over to the row-home. Once the front door was open Conner rushed right up the steps to his room and slammed the door.

Right as his mother was entering the back door with his little brothers, just having picked them up from school. Penelope flinched at the slam and glanced up and then told the boys to do homework.
Looking over to Matteo and walking over to him. Hearing a loud crash from Conner's bedroom.

"What happened?"

Penelope asked her husband as another crash was heard. Matteo shook his head.

"Oh, nothin' just beat a kid t'the ground 'cuz they called'm short."

Penelope sigh and shook her head, looking down before back up to him again.

"I got it this time."

"I'll help the twins."

Both of them nodded and Penelope chuckled a second before shaking her head fondly. Turning up to the staircase and heading up. Going down the hall and over to Conner's door. Reaching for the handle and opening up the door.

"Aw, not your little league trophy."

Saying as she bent down and picked up the now two broken pieces. Huffing a short sigh she placed them onto the shelf by the door and stepped inside closing the door behind her. Leaning on it she loosely crossed her arms.

"Heard what happened today."

"He knew he had it comin'! Kept callin' me an elf an' some bullshit! Then got in m'face so I had to shut'm up!"

Belting out as he shoved more things off of his shelf and onto the floor.

"Honey, baby, little love of my life. Y'need to try and calm down."

"Y'really struck gold with this one! Ain't that what you an' grandma always say!"

Letting out Conner put his arms out to the sides and fell onto his bed.

"Now, you're bein' overdramatic."

Penelope let out as she uncrossed her arms and pushed off the door. Walking over and sitting next to her firstborn on his bed. Looking over to Conner.