Emilia looked up at her tall son and smiled a little at his scowl. "I don't care about you scowling at me boy, no fighting tonight. And if I tell you again, I'll make it another work." MacRieve, or as he prefers Mac, sighed at his mother.
"Come on mum, I didn't do anything that bad!" Emilia c****d an eyebrow putting a hand on her hip, "Mac, you beat three boys up, punched a teacher, and now you're suspended for three days. How is that not bad?"
Mac frowned, "Because I didn't just beat them up for the heck of it! They were being d***s to the undeserving so I taught them some manners. Besides, suspended isn't expelled." Emilia looked at her sixteen year old son feeling a migraine starting to come on.
When her husband walked in she exhaled, "Thank god, Carter handle your son before he gi
