“I’m afraid that looks like quite a bit, and some of us have jobs to get back to later this afternoon. Can you pare it down to the most relevant incidents?”
“They’re all relevant,” I said.
Fuck yes, they are.
Maybe I’d raised my voice, because my dad put his hand on my shoulder. I took a breath, then said, as calmly as I could, “If it bothers you to have to listen to it all, imagine what it feels like to live through it. Maybe you’ll get just a fraction of a percent of an idea of what going to school with them felt like.”
Holy shit, Taylor’s on fire today.
This ought to be pretty damn effective.
I looked at the girls. Only Madison looked really upset. Sophia was glaring at me, and Emma managed to look bored, confident. I didn’t like that.
I wonder if Madison’s parents are less… accomodating than Emma’s when it comes to this. Madison might not be as worried about repercussions from the school as from her parents.