Aaron entered the living room, dressed in his school uniform, ready

  for his first day of school. He noticed that Ivan was ready for his

  job as a professor at MIT in a sharp navy blue suit as well, sipping

  a cup of coffee, while Annette was still in her bed-clothes

  consisting of an over-sized gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, hunched

  over the table, nursing a hangover. Ivan downed the rest of his

  coffee and got up from the table. "Ready for your first day?"

  he asked Aaron.

  "Won't Mother

  be late? Her school starts today as well" asked Aaron, looking

  at Annette's form slumped over the table.

  "I took the

  liberty of calling the school and letting them know she is sick,"

  said Ivan, shaking his head at Annette's slumped-over form.

  He tossed Aaron the

  keys to the BMW M5. "You drive till we reach St. Ignatius"

  he said.

  ----

  Aaron carefully

  pulled into the St. Ignatius Academy parking lot, and was about to

  get out, when a silver Mercedes-Benz convertible screeched to a halt

  in front of the BMW M5, blocking their exit.

  A girl wearing a

  silver hoodie and white yoga pants instead of the uniform, got out

  and marched towards the driver side of the BMW M5.

  "You in my

  spot!" she snarled at Aaron as he partially rolled down the

  window.

  "We will be

  moving soon miss, would you please move your car so that my father

  can pull out of the parking lot?" asked Aaron.

  His response seemed

  to greatly offend the girl. "Oh, is gonna be like that? Li'l

  dictionary boy thinks he can steal my spot? A-right," she said

  going back to her car and pulling out a large chrome baseball bat.

  "Hey, Ivy brat!

  Let's settle this street style!" she shouted, brandishing the

  bat threateningly.

  Aaron quickly rolled

  up the window and started the BMW M5, the engine giving a powerful

  rumble. He turned the steering wheel left as far as it would go and

  buried both the throttle and brake pedals into the carpet. The car's

  engine let out a bestial roar, its body rocking back and forth. The

  girl froze as she stared at the large, powerful black car straining

  against its brakes.

  The noise attracted

  campus security and two burly guards tackled the girl, the bat flying

  out of her hands.

  "This shit

  ain't over! Think you can threaten me? I'm protected! You goin' down

  boy!" she screamed as a beefy African American guard zip-tied

  her hands behind her back.

  "Shut it Viola!

  You're in trouble enough already!" snarled the guard as he

  hauled her away.

  "Are you all

  right?" asked the other Latin-American guard looking at Aaron in

  concern.

  "We're fine

  sir. Is this Ms. Viola's spot? There were no reserved parking signs,"

  said Aaron.

  "Who was that

  girl?" asked Ivan, still shaken by the incident.

  "That was Viola

  Davis. The less I say about her, the better," sighed the guard.

  He gave the BMW M5

  an appreciative whistle. "That the F90 M5?" he asked.

  "Yep, with a

  sleeper GT tuning package, this puppy is a rocket wearing a family

  car body," chuckled Ivan.

  The guard whistled

  again, before he remembered his job and forced his features back into

  a stern expression.

  "You were

  revving to scare her? It's not as simple as the movies kid, even the

  smallest scrape would have set off the airbags, and worst case you'd

  have hit her anyway." he warned.

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  "Perhaps, but

  it was the only solution I could think of before she decided to

  vandalize my father's car," said Aaron.

  "Aaron! It's

  alright! A couple of broken headlights and dents is not worth getting

  into trouble over! That girl could have seriously gotten hurt!"

  admonished Ivan.

  "Don't worry

  sir. Thanks to Aaron's revving, we intervened before things could

  escalate, that's our job," said the guard.

  "What about

  Aaron? Is he going to be in trouble? I'll take full responsibility

  for this incident," said Ivan, wrapping his arms protectively

  around Aaron.

  "No trouble

  now, but don't let him drive until he's legal. Prodigy or not, that

  car's an old-school beast," warned the guard.

  "Well then sir,

  can you please move Ms. Viola's car so that my father can get to

  work?" asked Aaron, slinging on his backpack and getting out of

  the car.

  "Sure kid, off

  you go to class," chuckled the guard as Aaron nodded to Ivan and

  left.

  ----

  "He cut me off

  first, and when I tried to confront him, he-he called me the N-word!

  And then he tried to run me over with his car!" sobbed Viola as

  she sat in the Principal's office, flanked protectively by her

  parents.

  Next to them, stood

  a large woman in a boxy black pantsuit with a political pin on her

  front pocket.

  A vein throbbed in

  Father Joseph's forehead as he listened to Viola's story.

  "Let me assure

  you that we take this matter very seriously, Mr. and Mrs. Davis,"

  he said.

  "In that case,

  has the school expelled the perp?" demanded Viola's mother.

  Father Abel stepped

  forward. "Of course we will not expel a student without due

  process. So I would like you all to review the security footage of

  the incident with me," he said, gesturing to the large monitor

  on the wall.

  "Eh... I think

  we can skip that," said Viola nervously, as the monitor sprang

  to life, showing the empty parking lot in full color and high

  resolution.

  The footage showed

  the BMW M5 enter the lot, and smoothly reverse into a parking spot

  marked by raised concrete blocks to prevent cars from parking too

  close to each other. Seconds later, Viola's Mercedes-Benz convertible

  skids to a halt in front of the BMW M5, blocking it in.

  "Um, mom, dad,

  can we just go home? I don't wanna see this," quavered Viola, as

  she saw herself pull out the baseball bat and threaten the M5.

  Father Abel hit the

  pause button, and turned to Viola's parents.

  "St. Ignatius

  Academy has zero tolerance for bullying and violent threats, and Ms.

  Viola here is out of uniform," he said, gesturing to Viola's

  silver hoodie and white yoga pants.

  "That video is

  cooked! You ain't got shit!" shouted Viola's father springing to

  his feet.

  "Calm down,

  Martin. Father Abel, was it? Look at the optics for a minute. What

  would the public think of you expelling a vulnerable girl for not

  wearing your outdated uniform and being traumatized by a fellow

  student on her first day?" said the woman with the political

  pin.

  "Senator

  Clarke, I assure you that we are handling this matter with the utmost

  care and consideration for all parties involved." broke in

  Father Joseph.

  "Well, in that

  case there is nothing further to discuss. This was all a simple

  misunderstanding. Let Viola return to her class and close this

  matter." said Senator Clarke.

  "One moment

  please," said Father Abel. He opened the door and retrieved

  Viola's chrome baseball bat from the campus security guard outside.

  "This bat was

  retrieved after the incident in the parking lot." he said,

  before swinging it without warning.

  Everyone flinched

  backwards as the bat smashed into the wall, leaving a small crater

  and visible cracks in the plaster.

  "Now, imagine

  that this all metal bat had hit Mr. Zakhrov's car, or worse, Mr.

  Zakhrov himself," said Father Abel calmly.

  "Well, what

  about that punk callin' my daughter the N-word?" demanded

  Viola's mother.

  "Fortunately,

  our security system records sound as well as video. Let's review

  shall we?" asked Father Abel, rewinding and resuming the

  footage, this time turning the volume up.

  A vein throbbed in

  Senator Clarke's temple as she heard the argument play out between

  Viola and Aaron.

  Viola had started to

  cry as she heard herself threaten Aaron with the bat.

  "This is some

  entrapment bullshit! That punk nearly turned my baby into roadkill!

  Why ain't he bein' grilled?" demanded Martin, his face flushed

  with anger.

  "Entrapment?

  How about I beat your ass with this bat and see if any bones don't

  break? Huh? Wanna settle this street style?" snarled Father

  Abel, brandishing the bat. Martin jumped back and cowered as the bat

  swung near his face.

  "All right,

  that's enough! Father Joseph, Think of the optics. If you expel

  Viola, it will look horrible for the school. I suggest you let her

  stay and receive counseling," said Senator Clarke.

  "Counseling?

  You're lucky she's still in the Principal's office, and not in the

  precinct." scoffed Father Abel, earning a glare from Senator

  Clarke.

  "Abel! That's

  enough!" snapped Father Joseph. He stood up. "I'll give Ms.

  Davis a three-day suspension, and when she returns, she will be

  required to wear the school uniform and attend counseling sessions

  with Father Abel. Furthermore, if she brings such a weapon to school

  again, she'll be expelled on the spot. Do we have an agreement?"

  he asked.

  "Nu-uh, I ain't

  givin' up my bat!" shouted Viola.

  "We ain't

  livin' in some white-bread suburb! We in the hood! Viola got a right

  to defend herself!" shouted Martin.

  "Oh give me a

  break! Viola's convertible easily costs a hundred grand! You expect

  me to believe that you're in the hood?" scoffed Father Abel.

  "Father Joseph,

  It is clear that Father Abel is biased towards Mr. Zakhrov and

  against Ms. Davis. His conduct is only increasing the systemic harm

  towards Viola. I demand that he be removed from this case," said

  Senator Clarke, glaring at Father Abel.

  "Get out, Abel"

  snarled Father Joseph,

  "Careful

  Joseph, somebody might get killed the next time," warned Father

  Abel,

  "Get out!"

  shouted Senator Clarke, her face flushed with anger.

  Father Abel sighed

  and left the office, closing the door behind him.