"Well," Flo said as her husband placed his hand on her's, "we don't know..."

"A child that has become reckless as your own, needs this kind of discipline." The principle pressed.

"But she is just a child-" Bob started only to be cut off by Miss. Hallow.

"Exactly Mr. Spinelli, she needs to learn this at a young age so she can get straightened out before it's too late."

"Yes, we see your point but this option seems a little drastic..." Flo replied.

"Mrs. Spinelli so far, this seems like the only option besides exposition, I have to not only worry about her safety but the safety of all the students attending this school." Mr. Tubman explained.

Flo and Bob looked at each other before sighing and they both signed the permission slip.

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Spinelli sat on the bench outside of the princibles office as the meeting went on. She could hear their voices rise every now and then making her glare at the picture she drew in the morning, she was currently adding detail to it.

"Hey Spin." A voice came from beside her as the weight shifted.

She sighed, "Hey Teej..."

"How you holding up?" He asked as the yelling started again.

"Like Senior Fusion in issue 12..."

"That bad? What'd you think they're going to do to ya?"

"Probably some Catholic or military school, either way, I'm officially screwed!" She breathed out putting her stuff away.

"Just remember we're always here for you," He stated before they let silence erupt around them, "Spin?"

"Yeah?"

"What did Butch want earlier?" He asked, a small knot tightening in his gut and a spark of jealously twitched.

"Just to get under my skin and piss me off, you know, that sorta thing." She replied, staring at him.

He stayed silent for a while, "Look I'm sorry about the other day..."

"Huh-" Spinelli was cut off as the door opened.

"Oh hello Bj, I'm sorry but Spinelli it's time to leave."

"Sorry Teej..." She whispered to him before following behind her parents.

Tj stared longingly at her retreating figure as she started to disappear out the door. He sighed before rubbing his eyes and getting up, "What's wrong with me?..." He whispered to himself before making his way home.