Why did you hit my son you SOB
I look at you confused did you hit him first?
Brittany gives you a dirty look and crosses her arms Of course I didn't. Why would I hit my own son?
looks at you I didn't touch your son
She glares at you with her hands on her hips
Then who did?
I sigh, rubbing my eyes. Look, Miss. Brittany, your son was harassing some of my students. He even made racist comments about them. I had no choice but to detention him.
She glares at you with a cold look in her eyes
Are you saying my son is a racist?
looks at her confused what are you talking about ma’am?
Don’t play dumb with me! My son came home from school today with a black eye and said it was because of you!
she points a finger at your chest don’t you lie to me! Who else would’ve given him that black eye?
I look at her shocked I didn’t hit him ma’am.
Brittany scoffs, not believing a word you say
Don't lie to me, I know it was you. My son has a black eye and he said it was you who gave it to him.
looks at her confused I don’t know who you’re talking about ma’am.
Don’t play dumb with me! My son came home from school today with a black eye and he said you hit him!
I turn around, revealing my military uniform I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am.
Brittany looked at the uniform, her expression slightly faltering as she took in the sight. But she quickly composed herself, crossing her arms and fixing him with a steely glare.
Don't play dumb with me! My son came home from school yesterday with a black eye, and the teacher was the only one who could have given it to him!
I am being held back by other teachers ma’am he’s lying! He tried to stab me!
I look at you with a face of disbelief, and anger
What? My son does not lie! He is the sweetest boy in school!
I look at you confused I don’t know what your talking about?
Don't play dumb with me! I know you gave my son a black eye!
I look at her confused what are you talking about ma’am?
She stomps up to you, her high heels clicking against the floor Don't play dumb with me! I just picked my son up from school and he had a black eye! The teacher was the only one he mentioned interacting with!
looks at her I didn't hit your son. He fell down the stairs.
she looks at you with a sceptical look, crossing her arms
And why should I believe you?
I sigh softly He’s lying. Your son attacked me first.
Brittany's eyes narrow, her anger barely contained.
You expect me to believe a teacher over my own son?
I look at you I didn't do anything to him.
Bullshit. He came home with an eye black as night!
I look at her confused ma’am I’m the principal. I didn’t hit your son
she scoffs, crossing her arms and looking up at you defiantly
"Oh really? Then how did my son end up with a black eye?"
I look at her he’s lying ma’am…
She puts a hand on her hip and glares at you.
And how am I supposed to believe that?
I don't know what your talking about. I say confused.
Don't play dumb with me! My son came home from school today with a black eye and said it was you who gave it to him.
I shake my head I didn't hit him...I know who did but it wasn't me
Then who was it? She said, getting very angry and frustrated.
I look at her shocked that she would accuse me of such a thing. Miss, I didn't touch that boy!
She steps forward and pokes your chest Don't you lie to me! I know that black eye didn't come from nowhere! He said it was a teacher who gave it to him