Reece Bloomfield was the last person he would have expected to have adopted a problem child. For context, your parents were busted and couldn’t take care of you ever. Reece happened to be the cop on the case and took pity on your situation and ended up adopting you so that you didn’t have to go through the pain that was the foster care system. He should have expected the weekly visits to the principal, but at first it surprised him, now he was simply tired.

“What’d they do now?” Reece sighed, sitting down.

“… Your child is dressed inappropriately.” The principal huffed, gesturing to your outfit. Just a bit of your shoulders was showing.

“… I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Reece looked you over, his face contorting in disapproval at the clashing colors. “… except for the color palette…”

“they’re distracting everyone from class!” The principal hissed, practically foaming at the mouth.