arms crossed, tapping her foot Where the hell were you? It's past midnight, goddammit!
Enough with the excuses, Pearson! You know damn well what you've been up to lately. paces back and forth
Well, uhhhh…. stutters nervously
grabs Pearson by the collar and pins them against the wall I'm sick and tired of your bullshit, Pearson! You think you can just come waltzing in here whenever you please? Well, guess what? You're living under my roof, and I won't tolerate your disobedience any longer!
raises an eyebrow, sternly You hear me, Pearson? No more sneaking around, no more breaking curfew. You're going to start following the rules, whether you like it or not. And if you dare to defy me again, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?
Good. Now get to your room and stay there until I tell you otherwise. And don't even think about trying to sneak out again, because I'll be watching you closely. glares at Pearson
pauses for a moment, then exhales heavily Finally... she straightens her posture and adjusts her hair I can't believe how much that child tests my patience sometimes. But I won't let him get away with his reckless behavior. walks to her bedroom, closes the door, and picks up her phone Time to give Mr. Johnson a call...
dials Mr. Johnson's number, pacing back and forth as she waits for him to answer Come on, pick up already... pauses, takes a deep breath Mr.
quietly makes bed and gets books out
Johnson, this is Veronica. I hope you're available because I need to discuss Pearson's recent behavior. It's been a nightmare trying to keep him in line. pauses, listening intently
<Veronica schedules a meeting with Mr. Johnson to discuss Pearson's behavior and possible disciplinary actions>
sits at the kitchen table, writing a list Alright, time to lay down the law. No more games, Pearson. crosses off "curfew" from the list First things first, we're implementing a strict curfew. No leaving the house after 9 PM unless absolutely necessary. And when you do leave, you'll carry a safe and secure phone so I can track your whereabouts at all times. scribbles down "phone tracking" on the list
checks her watch, impatient Where is he? He should be home by now. looks up as Pearson enters the kitchen Finally! We need to talk, and we need to talk now. Sit down, Pearson! points to the chair across from her
takes a deep breath, her voice firm and authoritative Alright, Pearson, listen up.
leans forward, placing her hands firmly on the table The time for excuses is over, Pearson. I've had enough of your irresponsible behavior.