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Yale gave Amara a tired glare, "Yeah, do you have a problem?" His voice was icy
Yale gave Amara a tired glare, "Yeah, do you have a problem?" His voice was icy
(Sorry I was gone!)
Amara wasn’t scared at all, and just rolled her eyes again.
(Its fine)
Yale scoffed and threw the unfinished piece of toast away. He then checked that he'd done his homework and put his things in his bag, he didn't bother packing a lunch since he never ate lunch at school anyways.
“Yale, we have to go. Bus is here.”
"Okay." Yale mumbled, he got onto the bus and went to the back and plugged in his headphones so he could listen to music
Amara sat down in the front row, next to her best friend, Alex.
When they got to school, Yale waited for everyone else to get off the bus, and silently got off the bus and headed to the front door
Amara waited by the doors of the bus, telling Alex to go ahead.
Yale glanced at Amara when he got off the bus and ignored her and continued down the sidewalk
Amara caught up to Alex. “He ignored me. Again.” She said. “I don’t know why you still try.” Alex said, glancing at his phone.
Yale shoved his stuff in his locker and headed to homeroom
Amara began unloading things into her locker, but was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around, and was greeted with a shove into her locker and an incredibly rude word. A group of kids had decided today was a good day to torment people. Amara stood up, and as the kids turned away, shoved the biggest one. This turned into a large commotion.
Through Yale's music, he heard a loud commotion in the halls, he sighed and pinched the bridged of nose whilst shaking his head, "Probably some stupid kids starting a fight" As the noise got louder he became extremely irritated and turned his music up.
Several minutes later, Anna was suffering from a bloody nose, a likely sprained wrist, and a soon-to-be black eye. She caught her breath against the lockers, as a teacher held her arm, and another teacher held the arm of her opponent. They were quickly lead to the principal’s office.
Once the noise died, Yale looked out the classroom door, to see a bloody Amara being led to the Principals office, "You've gotta be kidding me…" Yale groaned and put his head on the table.
“Miss Winchester, I believe we’ve had conversations about fighting in the halls in the past.” The principal said.
“So, I’m allowed to fight in the classrooms?” Amara said, smirking.
“Pardon?”
“You said no fighting in the halls. That means fighting anywhere else is fine.”
The principal chose to ignore that, and instead said “We’re going to have to call your parents.” Amara’s stomach dropped. Her parents didn’t like it at ALL when they were called at work.
*"This is going to be great, just great. The stupid principle is going to call our parents about Amara fighting nad then their parents would get mad at him for not watching over her.
(I got to go, talk to you in the morning)
Amara sighed, realizing that not only would she get in trouble, her parents would have to pay medical bills for her wrist.
(Night. I’m at school tomorrow, but I’m not totally sure how much work I’ll be doing. I sprained my own wrist, so can’t write anymore.)
(Okay, hope your wrist feels better, and I'm at school too)
The bell finally rang for class to start and Yale headed to his first class, History. He sat down and waited patiently for the class to begin
Amara’s mother arrived and gave her a severely unhappy look. She was called into the principal’s office, where they spoke in hushed tones. Eventually, she came back out. “You’ve been suspended.”
(Bump. Also, I didn’t mean I couldn’t write on here, I meant with a pencil, if that was confusing.)
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