Suspension. That word,that unimaginably terrifying word rang thoroughly in my ears as it escaped Mrs. Smith's lips. I turned to see Kiera with her mouth slightly open as if she wasn't expecting this to happen or affect her in anyway. Her stupidity was enough to tempt me to pounce on her again and knock some sense into her. But I couldn't do that. That would only make things worse and I'd possibly get expelled. So I remained silent.

Before we knew it our parents were contacted and we were sent home. As I arrived home,I was sitting in a chair in the living room and my parents were sitting opposite from me on the couch. They stared at me, eyes filled with no trace of emotion whatsoever. And I stared right back at them with my dark brown eyes sparkling with the same lack of emotion as my parents.

My mother sucked in a breath like she was about to say something but she stopped herself. So instead it was my father who spoke first.

"Hannah..."he started but was cut off by my mother signaling she would be the one to speak.Meanwhile I continued to remain silent,listening.

"I'm not angry with you Hannah,just disappointed." My mother stated. That felt like a pang to my sensitive heart.

"But I'm not disappointed either,"she unexpectedly continued. I glanced up at her and furrowed my brow, confused. What did she feel? What were the emotions swarming inside her right now?
"I mean,"she went on and I ducked my head.
"I expected you to have that kind of reaction but the situation could have been easily avoided if you had paid more attention. What kind of example are you setting for Hailey,Hannah? Hannah Abigail Jones,look at me when I'm talking to you."

And I did. Reluctantly. I was on the verge of tears. My mother's face was dead serious. Her usually bright smile and chocolate brown skin looked pale and drooped as though she hadn't slept for days. Her lips were arched into a frown which was not usually common on her pretty face and her hooded eyes seemed pale and lifeless from my perspective. She had her glasses slightly off on her nose and her thin eyebrows were arched into a furrowed frown. She looked really gloomy today.

As I waited for her to continue, my father gently caressed her back,encouraging her to keep speaking. My mother glanced at my father as if she was silently wondering,'Why can't you speak?' He shook his head and my mother sighed.

"Your little sister is only ten. She's about to do exams next year. Neither you nor she have time to deal with this shit." She paused sighing again. "Fuck,neither do I."