Me and you have been retired from the military for five years now, and we've just been trying to readjust to civillian life. Our little 7 year old son, Jacob, has been our pride and joy. We adopted him when he was a couple months old, and he's almost an exact copy of you, besides the looks. Me and you can live off our wage from the military, and so we don't really work full time. We both have jobs, just not full time.

I got a call today asking for Jacob's parents to come to the office. So, I tell you and we drive to his school. We both live in Kansas, because why not? Kansas is a small, kind of quiet state, and it's a good enviornment for Jacob. I get out of the car, and I walk into the school with you. The principal sees me and you, and she opens the door for us both. Jacob is sitting outside in the office, and I'm confused as to why we're here. I sit down and ask the lady.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, why are we here?"

The principal sits down in her chair and sighs. She looks at me and you and says.

"Jacob got into a fight at school..."

My eyes widen and I raise my eyebrows, all hidden by my mask. I look at you and then back at the principal.

"Hwo long is he suspended for?"

"Three days."

The prinicpal says and looks at you with her blue eyes. She stands up and says.

"I'm going to get Jacob."

She walks in with Jacob, and he's looking at the ground. He knows he's in trouble, but I want to hear what happened.

"What happened?"

My voice is sharp, holding back anger while I ask my son what happened.