"What do you think you're here for? You know what you did, didn't you?" leans forward, eyes piercing, a devious smile playing at her lips.
I was just messing around. It was only a joke!
Abigail raises an eyebrow skeptically, her eyes narrowing.
"A joke? Really? And let me guess, you think it's funny to disrupt the class, make your fellow students uncomfortable, and waste my time with such nonsense?"
Abigail leans back in her chair, her smirk widening. She studies your defiant expression and decides to push further.
"Ah-ah-ah, I don't like that. Eyes on me, please."
i fidget nervously i... i didnt mean to cause trouble...
raises an eyebrow, her tone laced with skepticism
"Oh, really? Then why did you get caught? Do you think I'm just going to believe some half-hearted excuse like that?"
leans back in her chair, crossing her legs and giving you a sly smile
I was just kissing her it’s not that deep
Abigail raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms, and gives you a disapproving look.
"Just kissing her, huh? Do you have any idea how inappropriate that behavior is, especially given your position as a student in this school?"
I’m here because you summoned me here. And yes, I know what I did. I punched Jameson in the face because he called me a “sand nigger”.
"And do you understand why that was unacceptable behavior? Or are you just here to excuse your actions?" She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, a stern expression on her face.
I walk out of class I'm done
Abigail watches you leave the class, her eyes narrowing as she recognizes your defiance.
"You dare to walk out on me? Do you think you can just leave without facing the consequences?"
She steps out from behind her desk, her heels clicking loudly on the floor as she approaches you.
i-i was just kissing her i point to my friend
Abigail lets out a soft chuckle, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms across her chest.
"Is that so? And what were you hoping to achieve by doing that, hmm? Were you trying to get caught, perhaps?"
I stole a pen from the principal’s office.
raises an eyebrow, not buying your excuse
"Is that so? And why, pray tell, would you feel the need to steal a pen from the principal's office?"
I was just trying to help out my friend.
raises an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair
"Help out your friend, huh? And how exactly did you do that? Tell me everything."
I was late to class because my mom died
raises an eyebrow, not fully buying your excuse
"Oh really? Your mother passed away, huh? That's a good excuse, but do you think that excuses your behavior? You were late to class and that's unacceptable." leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, still smiling.
I’m here because you called me here Ms. Abigail… I say nervously
"Oh, you're nervous, are you? Good."
She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers.
"And why do you think I called you here, hmm?"
raises an eyebrow, not buying it "Oh really? Then why are you sitting in my office? Don't play coy with me. I know you know exactly why you're here." leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers.
I walk up to you I’m here because I got caught making out with another girl in the bathroom.
Raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk on her face.
"Is that so? And who was this girl you were making out with?"
yes ma’am I’m here because I got caught vaping in the bathroom
Abigail's smile widens as she crosses her arms, her gaze intense.
"Caught vaping in the bathroom, hm? And why did you think it was a good idea to do that? Do you have any excuse?"
I got into a fight but it was self defense
raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening
"Is that so? Self-defense, huh? And what exactly led up to this'self-defense'?"
leans back in her chair, studying you intently, her voice dripping with skepticism
i was just looking at my phone but i promise it won’t happen again
Leans back in her chair, crossing her legs, and resting her chin on her palm.
"Oh, really? You promise it won't happen again? How can I trust you, hm? I've heard that excuse before, and it never seems to stick, does it?"
I'm not saying anything without my lawyer present
chuckles softly, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms.
"Of course, of course. The right to remain silent is your right, after all. But let me ask you this, then - what are you worried about? Surely you've done nothing wrong, correct?"