"So, Emily" sighed Ms. Brown. "Why did you decide to break Dean's nose?"
Great. Biased already.
Fair enough, after I punched his nose yesterday, he ended up going to hospital.
"I didn't mean to break his nose" I said softly, not looking at her.
"You obviously intended to viciously attack him."
I closed my eyes and inwardly groaned.
Mental and verbal attacks were never dealt with. They were blatantly ignored. But physical attacks were a different story, even if it was a result of my built up anger because of idiots like him, causing me to snap.
"Why?" she asked.
"He called me names and insulted my mother" I rattled off. I told teachers this all the time in primary school and first year. It was an old story that no-one believed.
"What did you say about Emily's mother, Dean?"
"Nothing! She's a filthy, dirty liar" came a nasally congested voice.
"Not a laughing matter, Miss Ryan!" Ms. Brown barked. "You are suspended!"
"What?!" I gasped. "You haven't even taken account of my side of the story!"
"There's nothing to take into account, young lady! Now, stay here, both of you, while I get miss Ryans' suspension forms." She left the room.
I slumped in my seat and covered my face with my hands.
"Thanks, accident! You've gotten rid of yourself for a while!"
"Oh, shut up!" I snarled. "Aren't you happy enough already without rubbing it in?"
"Yeah, I am happy. But fancy giving me your mums' number?" he winked.
My anger bubbled.
I flopped on my bed and sighed.
Suspended, just in time for my summer exams. I hated them, but I didn't want to miss them. They'll make me do them... Sometime, but I don't know when.
The stress of the waiting will kill me.
"Emily!" I heard my mum call. "Emily, come down here!" I huffed and pulled myself up. I trudged to the sitting room of the miserable little apartment.
We never did have the money to paint the walls. They were left a cold white.
I tiredly looked up at my mum. She seemed more radiant than usual.
"Oh, Emily, I have amazing news!" she gushed. A small smile appeared on my face.
Granted, she was more like a child than a parent, and as a result, I never was extremely close to her, but I loved her to bits, and I loved to see her happy.
I can ruin her day with my suspension tomorrow.
"Oh. My. Goooooddd" she grinned.
"What?" I laughed.
"You know the way I've been dating James, for, like, ages?!"
Ah, James. My mums boyfriend. He was ok, I guess, but something about him made me uneasy. It's probably just because I barely know him.
"He's invited us to live with him!"
My eyes widened.
"Oh...uh... What did you say?"
"Yes, silly! Oh, I finally get to stop being a waitress! So much to do, so little time."
"You've stopped being a waitress..? What are we going to do in the meantime?"
"We're leaving next week, we're grand."
"What?!" I spluttered.
"What?" she asked, a dopey smile on her face.
"No point in waiting, is there?"
"No, I guess not" I muttered.
"You'll love it there! James is lovely, and so are Lacey, Hugo and Clodagh!"
"Lacey, Hugo and Clodagh..?" I confusedly asked.
My stomach dropped with dread.
"He... He has children?"
"Yup.. I'm sure I told you" she frowned. "Well, anyway, you know now. Go pack, sweetie."
"Oh.. Packing.. Sure.."