Zero Tolerance
The room had large windows as the evening allowed shades of orange and crimson Apple lighting. Min-Soo Coach Ito, Headmistress In-Su
Miss.Park and Mrs.Hall.
"So what happened Coach Ito?" Scratching his bristle square jaw. He recalled seeing them from afar. Many elementary children's laughter filled the playground air. The boys in black shorts and suspenders and girls in black dresses light blue shirts.
"By the time I made my way around the playground. I had found Bong-Ju on the ground nose bleeding. Nile eyes had been closed while he screamed." He stated then released a deep breath; uncertain of what transpired.
"Well my son Bane told me Nile Park lunged at Bong-Ju after they refused to let play with them," Mrs.Hall stated nosed raised lips pursed.
"As you know this is zero tolerance pre-school. That said your son may no longer attend our fine establishment." The brown opal doe-eyed Miss Park stood scanning the room.
"I'm well aware though I'm sour there some explanation. My son's kind and caring boy."
She said with vigor. Looking to Coach Ito for support.
"Are calling my son a liar!" Snapped Mrs. Hall nostrils high. Her chestnut gaze daring Miss Park to continue.
"Well, we could be-" Mrs.Hall stance shifted soaring over the Head Mistress. The expression on Mrs.Hall's face is that of a stoned gargoyle.
"As a prosecutor wife, I'd advise against law and order." Mrs.Hall hissed at the Headmistress. Coach Ito leaned back and watched a bit. Miss Park bit her lower lip. She crumpled at her blouse; As she failed to some up a counterattack to the argument in her head.
"I'm sure the school's administration board president with eye witness will think otherwise?" Coach Ito stated candidly hiding a small smirk.
"I don't see why not-" Headmistress cheery replied with the assumption the ordeals been done.
"The times speaks volumes that even a preschool can not be beheld to its own rules." She said chillingly as the sunset outside. And the roomed shadow rose from the corners. Miss Park dashed to the light switch near the door. Mrs.Halls assumed she would open and hold the door for her.
"Humph." Mrs.Hall spouted then quickly exited as the headmistress gathered her notes. Coach Ito stood and started folding chairs and placing them away.
"Th thank you, Ito." Miss Park said with a timid tone. Coach Ito simply hummed a song.
"Anything for my nephew. But listen my being witnessing is only substantial. Her son was the only witness. I truly doubt his testimony upon questioning." Catch Ito folded the last chair. As Miss. Park's breathing became shallow.
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The Uber car window fogged up Miss Park on the right. Nile Park' slumbered head-on reseated on Coach Ito's shoulders. Lights flickered throughout their now warm quarter.
"Thank you again, Ito." She said looking down on eyes covered with a white cloth. Drolling onto Coach Ito's Python's I've arrived come on honey." prompted a soft fairy-like voice. Nile's lid felt as heavy as a ketchup pack. The boy felt a soft and warm pull as though he had risen. Fallowed be familiar scent and tender compression.
"Well, we have some leftover kimchi side with Tempura and Ramon." Miss.Park trailed off stating. The street was paved with brick dark water. A wall on side and metal fenced flat house on the other. Above them, power line posts spaced out every mile or so.
"Why not, I don't think I can get Uber this late."
Coach Ito follows her, Miss Park places a hand over the gate and unlocks it. The small front yards paved with red soil and brick stepping stones.
A green bush on the left next to a large garbage can.
She took off her rebook pumps then carried Nile upon her shoulders. Coach Ito's proceeded to librated his feet. He turned on the light, to stainless
he heated some noodles. Then made his way to the living room. Echo's of the television throughout the flat. Nile could not sleep or rather the voice in his head ran on.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I - I am sorry." Nile tried to touch his eyes only to feel pain. Sparks of light shun through that cause more pain.
To Be Continued