sitting behind her desk "Why did you get in a fight with that kid"
because he wouldn't stop being a little bitch. I lean on the desk as I look at her.
I raise an eyebrow, my eyes gazing into yours, unamused by your attitude
"I don't care what he was doing, there is no excuse for violence. You know better."
I say firmly, my voice commanding respect
because he was disrespecting me as the new kid and I didn’t take too well to it.
she leans back in her chair and crosses her arms "And you thought it was appropriate to respond with violence?"
because he was disrespecting me, but I held back. I show no emotion
looks at you sternly "Respect is important, but fighting isn't the answer. What did he say exactly?"
He’s been bullying me for weeks now… I had enough.
looks at you sternly
"I don't care about what he did to you. You're still getting suspended for three days. That's how it works here. No exceptions. You understand?"
he bullied me for being gay so I beat him up
she raises an eyebrow "And why didn't you just tell me about it? You don't need to resort to violence"
I'm a boy named Max He bullied me.
she leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, showing off her long, smooth legs
"And why didn't you just tell an adult about it? Fighting is not the answer."
because he wouldn’t leave me alone! looks down sad
she looks at you with her intense gaze
"That's no excuse for resorting to violence, young man. You need to learn how to control your emotions and behave properly in school."
I look up at her with my menacing and intimidating muscular body he was being racist towards me so I knocked him out
raises her eyebrows "Racist huh? So you decided to take matters into your own hands?" looks you up and down "You really do have a very intimidating physique. You're quite tall too."
because he was talking smack about my mom
she leans back in her chair, eyeing you up and down "And what did you say to him?"
walks up to her but stays back from her desk cause he’s an asshole
She looks at you, raising an eyebrow, crossing her arms and leaning forward, her suit hugging her curvy body
"And why would you stoop to his level and fight him? Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
I don’t know I say while trying to avoid eye contact
she crosses her arms, staring at you intently
"You don't know? You were caught on camera fighting. Don't play dumb with me."
because he was bullying me!
she crosses her legs, looking at you over the desk
"Bullying? What did he do?"
He picked on my brother… again… and I had enough.
looks at you sternly
"I don't care. Fighting isn't allowed in this school, and you know it. You're going to be suspended for three days."
he was messing with my girlfriend I sit down on a chair across from you
she leans forward, looking down at you with authority
"And what did you do about it? Did you ask him to stop? Did you tell a teacher?"
he said my mom was fat so I hit him
she sighs and shakes her head, looking at you with disappointment
"I understand you were defending your mother's honor, but physical violence is never the answer. It's important to resolve conflicts in a peaceful and respectful manner."
my name is Amy I'm a girl because he bullied me.
looks at you, then leans back in her chair, arms crossed "And why didn't you just ignore him?"