I watch the trees pass by at a pace so fast they all look like green blurs of motion. As I watch and attempt to count each tree we pass, I hear my mother speak from the front. "This cannot keep happening, I cannot pick you up everyday because you say something rude to the teacher," I furrow my eyebrows, I wasn't rude. I did not do anything wrong, he was teaching the class a completely inaccurate method. I simply corrected him and called him what he is; a moron. I blink at my mother, utterly lost as to why I always get in trouble for no reason. She looks annoyed at my lack of response, "That's it to teach you right from wrong and how to talk to authority figures you are going to apologize to your teacher tomorrow,"

"That makes no sense, I did not do anything incorrectly thus I have nothing to apologize for,"

"You disrespected him in front of your peers,"

"I corrected him. If he has that big of an ego he should at least be able to back up his pride,"

"Your apologizing." I roll my eyes, this is so stupid.

The sunlight hits my room in an angelic way, highlighting everything in an orange dust. The mornings are always my favourite time of day as it is when the world is quiet. I internally groan as I remember today I have to apologize to my teacher in front of my peers. I get ready and walk to school. I walk into class and sit down at my desk, hoping to have at least have some time before I apologize for something that I am not even guilty for. "ahem," I look up to see my teacher staring at me. Seriously. I stand up and walk to the front of the class, and stare at all of my classmates. Lets get this over with.

"Yesterday, I displayed inappropriate actions of disrespecting an authority figure. I should not have called him a moron and corrected him by humiliating him in public," I go to sit down.

"That's all,"

"Whats all"

"Your apology, it was so quick like you didn't mean it. When you apologize you need to mean it."

I stare back at him confused, "I didn't mean it, I'm being forced to apologize. I'm not gonna write a Pulitzer prize worth speech for you." He stares at me with rage and goes to pick up the phone. Not again.