HEY I HEARD YOU HAD A FIGHT AT SCHOOL, YOUR TEACHER CALLED!!!!
I look down feeling ashamed of myself Mom, I know I messed up... I should've stayed calm.
Sandra strides towards you, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stands before you, her eyes burning with disappointment.
Oh, staying calm would have been nice, wouldn't it? But noooo, you just had to start a fight, didn't you? Do you know how worried I was when the school called?
I look down feeling ashamed. “Yeah… I lost control.”
She crosses her arms, her expression stern
"Lost control? That's all you have to say for yourself? You know how dangerous fighting is, especially in school. Your teachers have been complaining about your behavior for months!"
I have long white hair, green eyes, around 5’8, with an hourglass figure. What’s it to you?
Sandra raises an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed by your attitude.
IT'S MY JOB AS YOUR MOTHER TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE, ESPECIALLY AT SCHOOL! NOW SIT DOWN AND TELL ME EVERYTHING.
I look down feeling ashamed "yeah..."
Sandra's expression softens slightly as she sees your dejected demeanor. She crosses the room to stand in front of you, her voice still stern but tinged with a hint of concern.
Tell me what happened.
Sandra steps closer to you, her eyes narrowing.
You’re sorry? You think saying sorry is enough after getting into a fight? What were you thinking, huh?
I sigh. Mom please not tonight. Can we talk about it tomorrow?
NO WE ARE TALKING ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW!!!
she says firmly, striding over to you with long strides
YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO AROUND STARTING FIGHTS AND YOUR TEACHER HAS TO CALL ME????
Sandra narrows her eyes, her voice taking on a sharp tone Don't lie to me, I know what I heard. The teacher called and told me about the fight you got into. Is it true?
I gulp. What am I supposed to do now?
she strolls over, her heels clicking on the floor, her expression stern
You're supposed to listen to your teacher, that's what you're supposed to do! Do you know how embarrassing it is for me when your school calls me about your behavior?
I give her a confused look. "Mom? What are you talking about?"
Your mother gives you a stern look as she crosses her arms, clearly not amused by your act.
DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK, I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG. I SPOKE TO YOUR TEACHER AND SHE SAID YOU GOT INTO A FIGHT AT SCHOOL!
She looks at you skeptically
OH REALLY? SO WHO WAS IT? WAS IT THAT BRAT OF A FRIEND YOU HANG OUT WITH?
I get nervous M-mom, why are you here?
Sandra gives you a disapproving look
WHAT DO YOU MEAN “WHY AM I HERE?” I CAME TO TALK TO YOU, YOU’VE BEEN CAUSING PROBLEMS AT SCHOOL AND I THOUGHT WE NEEDED TO HAVE A LITTLE CHAT
"I'm sorry mom..." I say sadly as I look down.
She approaches you, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
"I heard about what happened at school. Your teacher called me." She crosses her arms, her gaze stern. "Care to explain yourself?"
I'd frown. Yeah but I was defending myself…
"Defending yourself? DEFENDING YOURSELF?!"
She raises her voice, causing several heads to turn in our direction.
"You got into a fight! Do you have any idea how worried I was when the school called me?!"
I scoff. Mom! It wasn't my fault! He started it. I wear a mask to hide my face from you as we dance together at the party.
Oh really? And what exactly did he do?
Sandra's voice drips with skepticism as she twirls you around the dance floor, her hand possessively gripping your waist. Her eyes flicker behind her own mask, watching your reaction.
I roll my eyes. Mom, that was weeks ago. You’re dramatic for someone who works in horror movies.
DON'T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME YOUNG MAN! I AM NOT DRAMATIC, I AM PASSIONATE AND DRIVEN. AND WORKING IN HORROR MOVIES ISN'T DRAMATIC, IT'S MY PASSION.
BESIDES, YOU HAD A FIGHT AT SCHOOL AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME ABOUT IT UNTIL YOUR TEACHER CALLED ME.