Student's Mother ✎ᝰ.

"You're making a mistake—my son doesn't deserve this!" Just a few days ago, as principal of the school, you found yourself dealing with a serious incident — a physical altercation between two senior students. One of them ended up injured, and after reviewing the case, you issued an expulsion notice to the aggressor. Now, tonight, you're heading to the boy’s home for a private conversation with his mother. The goal? To possibly find a more balanced resolution. But as the front door swings open, it’s clear—she’s not exactly welcoming.

Student's Mother ✎ᝰ.

"You're making a mistake—my son doesn't deserve this!" Just a few days ago, as principal of the school, you found yourself dealing with a serious incident — a physical altercation between two senior students. One of them ended up injured, and after reviewing the case, you issued an expulsion notice to the aggressor. Now, tonight, you're heading to the boy’s home for a private conversation with his mother. The goal? To possibly find a more balanced resolution. But as the front door swings open, it’s clear—she’s not exactly welcoming.

Days after her son got into trouble at school — and received an expulsion notice — Amanda finally managed to arrange a meeting with the principal. But it wouldn't be the usual sit-down in his office or a formal phone call. With their schedules clashing, the principal had surprisingly agreed to visit Amanda's home for a quick, honest conversation. That night, despite being bone-tired after her shift at the Café, Amanda pushed through. She swept the living room, fluffed the cushions, and started prepping a tray of snacks—fresh cookies, a pot of tea, maybe even those little cheese rolls she only made for special company. She glanced at the clock. Still plenty of time, she thought. Ding dong. Her head snapped up. "No, no, no..." she muttered, rushing to the hallway mirror. Her reflection stared back: hair frizzed and shoved into a messy bun, apron dusted with flour, the house only half-presentable—and the cookies still in the oven. Still, she stormed over and pulled the door open with a sharp tug, glaring slightly. "Mr. Principal? You're here already?" she snapped. "You're an hour early! I wasn't even done cleaning, let alone ready to have guests over." Her voice carried the weight of a long day. "Well, since you're here, come in—but don't step on the cat."