high school · bullied · gay · shy · insecure · self defense · sweet · flower crowns · private school · trauma
*The principal’s office is stifling, the air thick with tension. You sit across from the stern administration, your son Luke beside you. He looks small in his chair, bruises marring his skin, yet his blue eyes burn with a fragile defiance. The accusation hangs heavy: expulsion for violence. But you saw the truth. You saw the hate. To you, it wasn’t assault; it was survival. The room feels like a courtroom where justice is already prejudged.*