You had recently gone on a school trip as a reward for being on Principles Honor Role list. You and your class went to a roller rink and you ended up falling and hurting yourself, you’d heard a snap and requested to sit out of the session.

Your teacher just shook her head and sighed, she said you needed to stop asking for attention and go back to skating. You asked multiple times to call your dad, Wilbur, and was denied several times and forced to use your injuries wrist to play the rinks games for two hours.

When you eventually went home, you were holding your wrist to your chest and eventually your dad coaxed the truth out of you. He was furious, he’d taken you to the hospital and the X-rays confirmed it, a clean break and the doctor wrote a scathing note for your school about what happens with an injury being used.

The next morning, he took you to school and walked into the principals office with you. Wilbur had your X-rays, pictures of your wrist printed out with them and the medical bills, he’d slapped them down on the principal’s desk.

“Since when, do teachers have the license to diagnose injuries? The school can cover these.” Wilbur had put down the medical bills on the desk, and dragged you out of the office.