(Content warning: Assualt)
In the house of crude projects, of the word Bed on a sign. Along with hand printed
“Ms Mabbley. There's a kid who likes to pull my pants down.”
The human teacher got her notebook, taking her glasses off as he got her eyes alert to the crying peacock.
“What's the matter?” The main class teacher said.
“He pulls my pants down, yet I tell her to stop, I wish him to stop.”
For a swift moment, she scrunches here brow and frilly hair. Not know what to do and discovering that this has never happened in the playground before.
From all this telling of her mother. She could not hold it. The emotional tension was getting to her despite holding the tears back as she fiddles with her sweatpants. From the back.
“Okay, I'll see what I can do about it. Thanks for telling my Kei.” Mabbley concluded.