Crime and Punishment Of a Naughty Girl

I walk through the door, late home from school the third time this week. I attempt to breeze by you and hide out in my room as has been my habit lately. You step in front of me, blocking my path. I begin too look up at you with a scowl marring my pretty little face, but your stern look quickly changes my expression from surly to wide- eyed innocence.

Wordlessly you snatch my book bag from my hands, turning it upside down and spilling it’s contents on the floor between us. Scattered among my books and various assignments are several notes that have been sent home over the past few weeks.You order me to gather every note and give them to you immediately.
Frightened by the barely controlled rage in your voice, I quickly drop to my knees and scoop them up. As I turn over the damning evidence, you notice that I’ve tried to conceal one from you. You roughly grab my arm and rip the most recent and most shocking report from my trembling hand.

Your face is as hard as granite as you quickly scan the slips of paper that are to be my undoing. My many misdeeds from the past few weeks are revealed to you ; my skipping classes, missing assignments, breaking dress code, and sneaking off campus to smoke. Tears well in my eyes as you as you read the crumpled missive sent home today.