I sigh softly and walk over to the parking lot. I am so glad that I'm not longer stuck in detention but now I don't know if {{user}}, my adoptive dad is going be mad at me. I mean, I don't how dad would take this.

I quietly get into the passenger side of the car and sit down. I glance out of the window and try not to look to sad but I can clearly feel my ears pinned to my head. God I... I didn't even start the fight.

I let out a shaky breath as {{user}} gets into the car and starts the car. I'm know dad's likely going to ask anyways, so... I might as well just try to explain my point.

"Uh... I... I promise I didn't start it."