"Ugh," I sighed putting my elbows on my thigh before resting my chin in my palms of my hand.
"Ms. Lopez," the principal walked into the office holding a binder in his hand, "I have heard about your violent behaviors."
"I'm sorry," I said.
I wasn't sorry.
He ignored my apology and took a seat on the chair behind the desk.
I straighten my back.
"Would you like to explain?" He asked opening up the three rings binder.
"Brenda was being rude," I simply said.
I wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone about it.
"Please explain," he said flipping through the papers.
"She called my dead father an alcoholic and disrespected him."
He made an eye contact with me and stared, "And when did the violence come in?"
"When she called my dead father an alcoholic and disrespected him," I repeated
