Cecelia huffed as she sat back in her seat, glaring at her vice principal before her. Her thick, fluffy black locks swayed softly in the soft breeze from the open window in the room, her looking down at her nails. "When did they say they were coming?" She asked with venom in her tone, Irish accent sounding so thick it could cut through butter. "In a bit," the vice principal replied, eyes glancing at Cecelia for a moment. He noticed her soft smirk that formed on her face, furrowing his brows lightly in confusion. Boy was he not ready for who was about to show up.

          The door clicked open, the vice principal looking up to see his secretary. "Mr.Watsin, the Ipliers are here to see you," she spoke, Cecelia not looking over at the door. She stayed picking at the small pieces of dirt in her nails, humming softly to a song she had been listening to earlier. "Please, let them in," he spoke, eyes widening slightly as Cecelia's parents walked through the door.

          Anti and Dark Iplier, parents of Ceceliparents?
          How did he not piece together that they could be the parents?

          Anti wore a black t–shirt with a pair of black ripped jeans, his dark green hair seeming to have been freshly dyed. His different colored eyes seemed to have an annoyed look in them, but he still wore a small and kind smile. Dark, on the other hand, was having a major case of resting bitch face. His Grey suit hugged his masculine figure nicely, black eyes piercing into the vice principal's. He gulped slightly, putting on his best smile as he greeted the two. "Please, have a seat," he said calmly, Anti and Dark sitting on either side of their daughter. "So, what seems to be the issue this time?" Dark asked, unamused with being called into the office again for Cecelia. He knew his daughter had been put into trouble for things that weren't her fault before, so he expected this to be another one of those times.
          "Well, you see..Cecelia had gotten into another fight," he started, Cecelia glancing up at him as he spoke. She glared daggers at him, internally daring him to make up some bullshit about her again. "It's the third time this week she's started–"
          "Aht," Anti cut off, raising a finger. "The third time this week she hasn't started a fight," he corrected, knowing Damm well he had taught his child better. The vice principal looked at him. "So you think it's necessary for a fist fight to ensue after someone just spilled milk on her?"
          "Poured, but go on," Cecelia butted in, Anti and Dakr both looking at her. They could see that multiple parts of her hair had dried milk in it, it smelling like chocolate. "This is spilling milk on someone?" Dark growled, holding up a piece of Cecelia's hair to show of how it was hard from the liquid. Before thr vice principal spoke up, Anti cut in once more.
          "You seriously think we raised a child for eighteen years and DIDN'T teach her how to not tolerate this bullshit?" He snapped. He was honestly at his breaking point with the school. The vice principal sighed, deciding to just cut to the chase. "Look...there's unfortunately only two options," he started, the three looking at him with impatient looks. "Either she gets sent to a different school, or she gets expelled. That's all we can offer."
          "I want the withdrawal papers," Dark hissed. "Now." He demanded, Cecelia looking up at him and Anti insight confusion.

          "We're gonna homeschool you with Amber," Anti hummed as he wrapped an arm around his daughter, rubbing her back lightly. "Okay?" Cecelia nodded, looking ahead of her as she fumbled with one of the hard parts of her her hair. "Better than this shit-hole."
          "Cecelia Harper," Dark spoke, earning a soft giggle from Anti and a quiet "Sorry" from his little princess.