𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑬; 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑲𝑸𝑼𝑼

PROGULE

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LOCATION; Faculty  Office

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

"HAYASHI-SAN YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS AND GETTING INTO FIGHTS WITH THE OTHER GIRLS, THIS IS YOUR 60th TIME INSIDE THIS ROOM!" The teacher scolded as his hands waved up in the air in a crazed manner. The second year in front of him sighed with a look of boredom on her face as she stretched lazily tilting her head with a huff. "It's not my fault sensei ya know? They always start it and hit first so I hit back but, it seems like you guys are picking favourites when it comes to who's getting in trouble."

"That isn't true, we give them the same punishment as we do to you," exasperated the male teacher but he only got a scoff in return. The female now ignored him taking out a file for her nails, they were getting too long for her liking and long nails break easily beside it hurts like shit. "So... who's coming to pick me up? Don't look too surprised sensei I knew that you guys were making me leave the school especially if the girl's parents are rich kids."

"It's your Okasan," the girl hummed slightly freezing for a split second before rolling her eyes. 'Obviously, the old hag is going to come at me for being troublesome again,' she bitterly thought chewing on her bottom lip, the gloss once placed wiped away by her tongue. It remained silent with the sound of the file against her nails.

'Maybe uncle will let me stay with him for the time being,' she wondered, a smile stretching out on her face as she thought about her favourite uncle who taught her many things. It was a shame she didn't see him as often as she'd liked but her family apparently did not like him much. It didn't much time for her to be immersed in her thoughts not hearing the footsteps coming closer.

The door handle went down before the door pushed itself open and, her eyes trailed to the familiar men standing at the door. The principal and her uncle.

Shit

"Miss Hayashi for every fight you've done we have decided to suspend you until we deem it's okay for you to come back," the Principal spoke, the tone of voice implying there was no point in arguing made her smirk. "Finally you decided to suspend me but I'm surprised you didn't expel me," she drawled, bending slightly down to grab her gloss that was poking out of her bag before applying it. "This is not something to joke about or to take lightly but I hope you take this time to reconsider what you have done and come back with a better attitude."

"Hai..." She trailed off as she left the room with the other man and it was a silent walk towards the car he owned. The engine started as the car moved towards its location, the man beside her sighed softly making her head tilt down. "Butterfly, you can't keep doing this you know? I mean it's your life and all but it ain't gonna do you good."

Butterly, her nickname given by her uncle because he had said that she was as free as a butterfly and as beautiful as one too. "I'm sorry uncle... I know I complain a lot but life at home isn't the best for me along with kaasan always pressuring me to be this someone I'm not!" She exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing thinking about the screaming she would always face at home for being a bad child. "It's okay butterfly, I guess Ahmya hasn't changed a bit since high school."