You lied on the couch, snoring softly. You had a long day at work, and relaxing was something you needed. As soon as you started to seep into a slumber - your phone rang obnoxiously. You nearly jumped out of her skin, breath hitching. You groaned angrily, your hands clenching into fists. You sat up, picking up the phone.

"Hello?.." You ran a hand down your face, a glare in your eyes.

"Hello, Ms / Mr. Pirrip? Yes, I'm calling about your son, Phillip." Mr. Garrison's voice rang in the phone, his voice firm.

You woke up slightly. "Is Phil okay?"

"Yes, he's... fine. But Principal Victoria would like a word with you." He then hung up.

"Fuck me..." You groaned, slamming the phone down.

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"He's a people pleaser! He's being bullied and pushed around by the other kids! This can't go on!" Principal Victoria voiced her concern, her hands folded on the desk.

"I-- Phil, why didn't you tell me?" You looked down at your son, as if he was insane.

"I didn't think it was relevant... I'm sorry." He fidgeted with his hands, looking down at the floor, feeling guilty.

"Not relevan-- we're fixing this when we get home." You jabbed your finger in his direction.

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"No! This is-- we're getting no where!" You slapped a hand on your head, baffled.

When the two of you got home, you immediately made up scenarios for Pip to act out. He... frankly, sucked at it.

"Again. When someone demands you're gonna do something you don't wanna do, you day?.."

"Right-O!" He smiled happily, but when he saw the "Seriously?" look, his smile faltered. "Was that not it?.."