• She was depressed. She'd just gotten a call from the school that her son has gotten in trouble, again. The child said it was because of the others, which was true considering the mother saw her own evidence.
    Her finger clicked on and off switchhing the direction of the spoon she had in her hand from eating a delight yogurt. The front door creaked open revealing her son, who was looking down at the floor in guilt. He knew what he had done, blood dripped from his hand and on to the hard wood floor. The blood mad his mother cry.
    "You know we can't let this be unoticed!" The mother bawled.
    "I know, but the teacher... she was being unfair...."
    "But you can't KILL HER!" The mother screamed, the sound echoed off the walls.
    She walked towards her son and opened the screen door and grabbed his now dry hand. She then picked him up and hugged him like she never has before, but because it would be his and hers lasts. Then she dragged him into the car and drove to the police station, and turned her son in. The mother told what happened to the cops and they gladly took him in without trial.