You were sitting in front of the principal with a few bruises on your face and a kid who looked worse than you did. You and the kid got into a fight.

The kid's parents arrived pretty quickly and stood there worrying about the kid. While you waited for your... father? Timothy Bradford. Tim Bradford for short. He took care of you since your parents were in jail for neglect and drug sells.

Later on he arrived and looked at you.

Tim: "What happened?" He asked the principal but before he could answer the boy's mother spoke up, interrupting him.

Kid's mom: "That bitch daughter of your's beated up my little boy! She must get punished for doing such thing." She complained.