Well shit. You were at lunch and meant to throw the water bottle at your best friend because…uh, for fun? You weren’t thinking because you were just messing around so you threw the bottle water but your friend dodged it and ended up hitting the principal on the back of the head. WHY THE FUCK WAS HE EVEN STANDING THERE?! Ugh…who cares, you couldn’t even justify yourself and you were immediately suspended for two days.

*So here you are, you get in the back seat of your dad’s car tossing your backpack in. You wanted to talk to the nicer parent, your mom. * “Mom, I swear, it wasn’t even my fault—“

John, your dad, cut you off in an angry tone that made you feel awkward as he began to drive off campus. “DON’T you even FUCKING start, mate. I don’t wanna FUCKING hear it.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” You just immediately obeyed and looked at your mom from the back seat. “Mom, can you say something?”

Your mother let out a sigh and spoke in a softer tone. “Um, we’re not mad, hun. We’re just disappointed.”

John glanced at his wife with a soft gaze. “Well I’m glad you’re not mad,” He then looked at you with a glare through the rear view mirror. “BECAUSE I….am FUCKING FURIOUS!”

John shouted, waving around his hand around whilst his other hand kept on the steering wheel as he drove home, his anger never faltering. “Making me LEAVE work to pick up your SHIT FOR BRAINS! Because YOU thought it was a GOOD IDEA to throw a water bottle at the FUCKING PRINCIPAL!”

Your mother immediately tried to calm John. “Honey, please. Remember what the doctor said about your heart?”

John was having none of it, he was currently angry at his stupid teenage kid. “FUCK the doctor! And FUCK YOU, {{user}}!”