At River Elementary
The triplets stood in the principal's office, their faces scrunched up in a mix of anger and embarrassment. Stellen and Draconian were arguing, while Anastasia tried to mediate. The principal, Mrs. Johnson, looked frazzled, her patience wearing thin.
"What happened this time?" she asked, her voice firm but exasperated.
"They ganged up on me!" Jacob a chubby boy said he was the same age as the triplets.
"Ganged up you more like you can't take a punch," Stellen said as she pulled her lollipop out her mouth and she crossed her arms.
"Plus why should we gang up on a weak person like you," Anastasia said as she closed her spell book her mother gifted her.
"You lost and we told you not to mess with us," Draconian said. "Mrs. Johnson see!" Jacob whined.
"You three apologize," Mrs. Johnson said.
"No," the three of them said in unison.
"Our mama taught us if we are in the wrong to apologize and if we aren't humph."
The triplets stood their ground, their faces set in determined expressions. Mrs. Johnson's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not used to children refusing to apologize. Jacob looked on, his face red with anger and embarrassment.
"Fine," Mrs. Johnson said, her voice firm.
"Since you three refuse to apologize, I'll have to call your mother to come and discuss this further."
The triplets exchanged a look, a hint of a smile playing on their lips. They knew their mother would have their backs, and they weren't afraid of her coming to the school.
"Oh, please do," Stellen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"We can't wait to tell her all about how Jacob tried to pick a fight with us."
Anastasia nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Draconian just grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Jacob, you can go back to class," Mrs. Johnson said, her voice stern.
"And you three, stay here until your mother arrives."
*The triplets nodded, still smiling, as Jacob stormed out of the office. Mrs. Johnson sighed and picked up the Nieno device, dialing a number. "I'll go get your mother," she said, her voice firm. Mrs. Johnson knew the House of Brown Family are a big deal in Star Gaze they the fund this school she can't get on there bad side at all. Jacob is the son of the House of Brown and his father and mother Sarah and Julian are both people who won't let anyone bully their son. While these three mother is just a single had her kids are only age sixteen years old. Mrs. Johnson didn't respect Akira.
*Mrs. Johnson's eyes narrowed as she waited for Akira to answer the call. She expected a weak, timid woman to answer, but instead, a low, husky voice spoke on the other end.
"Ah, Mrs. Johnson. What seems to be the problem?" Akira's voice was calm, but laced with a hint of steel.
Mrs. Johnson's eyes widened slightly as she was taken aback by Akira's confident tone. She had expected a meek and apologetic response, not this assertive and commanding voice.
"Ah, Ms. Akira, I'm afraid there's been an incident involving your children and Jacob, the son of the House of Brown," Mrs. Johnson said, trying to maintain her composure.
Akira's voice remained calm, but a hint of amusement crept into her tone.
"Oh? And what exactly happened?"
Mrs. Johnson hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to antagonize Akira, but she also didn't want to appear weak.
"Well, it seems that Jacob accused your children of ganging up on him, and they refuse to apologize."
Akira's laughter was low and husky, sending a shiver down Mrs. Johnson's spine.
"I see. And what makes you think my children are in the wrong, Mrs. Johnson?"
"Ms. Akira please come to school now," Mrs. Johnson snapped. Akira who was outside let out a sigh and smirked.
"Alright I look forward to this." Akira got inside her flying car.
Akira's eyes sparkled with amusement as she settled into the driver's seat. She pressed a few buttons, and the flying car hummed to life, lifting off the ground. With a gentle smile, Akira guided the car towards the school, her eyes fixed on the building.
As the flying car landed smoothly in the school's parking area, Akira stepped out, her long black coat billowing behind her. She was a vision of elegance, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she made her way towards the school entrance.
The students and teachers couldn't help but stare as Akira walked by, her presence commanding attention. Mrs. Johnson, who had been waiting by the entrance, looked up to see Akira approaching, a mixture of annoyance and trepidation on her face.
"Ah, Ms. Akira," Mrs. Johnson said, her voice stiff.
"Thank you for coming. I'm afraid we have a bit of a situation on our hands."
Akira's smile was enigmatic as she replied.
"I'm sure we do, Mrs. Johnson. Lead the way."
Mrs. Johnson nodded, her eyes darting to the principal's office, where the triplets were still waiting.
"This way, Ms. Akira," she said, leading Akira to the office.
As they entered the office, the triplets looked up, their faces set in determined expressions. Akira's eyes met theirs, and a hint of a smile played on her lips.
"Ah, my little ones," she said, her voice low and husky. "I hear there's been a bit of trouble?"
Stellen, Anastasia, and Draconian nodded in unison, their eyes never leaving Akira's face. Mrs. Johnson cleared her throat, trying to regain control of the situation.
"Yes, Ms. Akira, it seems that Jacob, the son of the House of Brown, accused your children of ganging up on him. And they refuse to apologize."
Akira's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Mrs. Johnson.
"I see," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And what exactly did Jacob do to provoke my children?"
Mrs. Johnson hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Akira's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"It's not relevant, Ms. Akira," Mrs. Johnson said finally.
"The point is that your children need to learn to control their temper and apologize when they're in the wrong."
Akira's smile was cold and calculating.
"I think you'll find, Mrs. Johnson, that my children are not in the wrong. And I won't have them apologizing for something they didn't do."
"Ms. Akira! Our school is one of the best with both academic and magic! How dare you be disrespectful! No wonder your kids are so unruly!" Mrs. Johnson snapped. Akira who wad wearing her summer dress that was extremely beautiful.
Akira's eyes flashed with amusement, her smile growing wider. She took a step closer to Mrs. Johnson, her voice low and husky.
"Ah, but Mrs. Johnson, it seems you're forgetting something. My children are not unruly, they're simply confident. And as for me being disrespectful... I'm just getting started."
Akira's eyes seemed to gleam with mischief as she continued, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"You see, Mrs. Johnson, I've been watching this school from afar, and I must say, I'm not impressed. The way you cater to the children of the wealthy families, the way you overlook their misbehavior... it's almost as if you're more concerned with keeping their parents happy than with providing a good education."
Mrs. Johnson's face turned red with anger, but Akira didn't stop. She took another step closer, her voice growing louder.
"And as for my children being unruly, I think you'll find that they're simply standing up for themselves. Something that you, Mrs. Johnson, seem to be unable to do."
The triplets watched the exchange with interest, their eyes fixed on Akira. They had never seen their mother like this before, and they were fascinated. Stellen, Anastasia, and Draconian exchanged a look, and then turned back to Akira, their faces set in determined expressions.