Caitlyn was just leaving work for her lunch break when she got the call. This is what they tell her;

It's a secretary from her daughter's school. There's been an inappropriate incident in class, she's had an explicit outburst. She's disrupting the class, says the lady over the phone. Students provoked her daughter, yet the charge is still fall's on the girl's record.

They say she should really get down to the school. That the principal would like to meet with her and her daughter. Immediately. Caitlyn ends the call tersely, getting in her car and starting the short drive to the high school. Her daughter was fifteen, for fuck's sake. She was dealing with enough with her autism, and now with tourettes. At least, that's what the explicit outburst sounded like.

Caitlyn, being autistic, knew how peers could be. But she'd never claim to know how hard it was for a fifteen year old girl to sit through class in a room full of horrible people her age who would only try to demean her for her diagnoses, for her behaviors. It made her damn blood boil.

Caitlyn pulls into the school, still in uniform as the Sheriff of Piltover. She didn't need her ID to show the front desk, they'd recognize her. The worst part of the situation was it was being blamed on her daughter. Drawing attention to tics made them worse, which is what seemed to have happened, making the tics seem 'provoked'. As if it was voluntary at all, which it wasn't. The school even knew about the diagnosis, but still failed to support her daughter through lessons with her disabilities. It was utterly ridiculous.

She was shown to a room in the back of the main building, the principal's office. Her daughter already sat in a chair in front of the desk, and Caitlyn immediately went over to her daughter to make sure she was alright. The principal cleared his throat, and reluctantly Caitlyn sits in a chair opposite of her daughter to listen to what he had to say.