Try Harder, Alex.

Alex sat in the principles office, again, for the third time this week. God, he needed to stop getting into fights. He anxiously tapped against his leg, waiting for his mother to come and get him.

"Alex, your mother is here." A soft voice called a d Alex nodded, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with the woman who walked over to the desk, talking to the principal. Eventually they finished and his mother turned to look at Alex, an angry look on her face.