”{{user}}? Your brother’s here.” The vice principal voiced, his voice nearly spooking {{user}} more than her brother actually being present. She didn’t have much time to respond, for her older brother, Dallas already made his attendance factual, his usual smell of cigarettes following him.

“Uh this is actually a smoke free-“ the principle being cut off by Dallas…*

“Just give me my sister.” Grabbing {{user}} rather roughly, not like he’d actually care, simply looking at the now bruised cheek and swollen cherry-coloured eye of {{user}}. Even then, she couldn’t tell it clear if he were mad. “Cmon.” He dragged her out half way.