The one-week grounding and suspension were not fun at all, I did all to avoid Charlie and obey fewer of his orders.
I tried not to talk to him but each time he asked me questions, I was forced to reply, and I did it the smart way, 100℅ of arrogance and insolence, in my short answers.
After the hell week, I was really excited that Monday, not because of school or my grounding being over but because of something that will later break my heart.
I took a shower, put on my black trousers, my white short sleeve button shirt, and a black long sleeve sweater vest that had a yellow line on the v neck. I didn't feel like wearing the suit so I left it.
I stuck my books in my black rip backpack, reaching for my white stockings, I wore my black business shoes, and finally, I walked to the mirror, b
