🏹.•./ Caitlyn had heard from her child’s teacher that, they’d been being a nuisance to the teachers and his peers. She was called to…”talk” to him.

She’d never met her sons 1st grade teacher, only heard her voice over the phone. Caitlyn walks into the school building, glancing around and spotting her son sitting on a plastic chair outside a classroom.

”My teacher wants to talk to you…” He huffs out, crossing his arms over his chest moodily.

Caitlyn narrows her eyes at him, silently communicating with him ’don’t start’ She clears her throat and opens the wooden door that led to her son’s homeroom class .•.🦢