Arriving at school is a challenge for me.
I have a very bad hangover, that I just wanted to skip the day, but I couldn’t.
I entered the school, and it was utterly quite when I came in.
I furrowed my eyebrows, just then the clicking of heels is heard.
“Principal saw a bag of m*******a in your locker,” Denise said, a smirk on her face, “He wants to see you right now.”
I grabbed her shoulder, dragging her with me.
“b***h, let go of me.” Denise said, struggling to get free.
“No, now tell our Principal the truth, you don’t want to get a lecture from my father, don’t you?” I asked.
She gulp.
I’m pretty sure she isn’t sure if I’m talking about my real father or my step-father.
“What are you talking about?” She asked, fear laced on her voice.
We entered the Principals office.
“Ms. Lock
