If I Say What I Think I'll Be Suspended นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Sit down.” I did, though every instinct screamed to keep standing. “You made quite the show,” he said finally, voice low, tired. “Calling off your engagement in front of half the country?” “I told the truth.” “Yeah, well, the truth’s a luxury most people can’t afford when there’s a multimillion-dollar franchise tied to their name.” I stared at the floor. “I couldn’t live like that anymore.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’re suspended indefinitely this time, Xander. Effective immediately. I thought I could sway the board over that first suspension”

I think about the moment fractures become visible—when pressure moves from internal corridors into public imagination. This is that moment. I get a message from him. They’ve asked me to step back pending review. There it is. Not resignation. Not removal. Suspension without calling it suspension. Are you okay? I type. I am, he replies. I expected this. I stop walking. What are you going to do? A long pause. Then: Tell the truth. Carefully. Once. I close my eyes. That’s braver than it sounds. Truth, spoken once, has no recall button.

"You're suspended for one month. If there's a repeat incident, we'll be considering expulsion." That was it. The spark she needed. Jessica cracked like a fragile piece of glass. "No, no, no, I can't—" she stammered, shaking her head as if she could undo time with enough tremors. Then came the screaming. "You can't suspend me! You can't! My life's already over! You can't!"

“You do realise you are talking to your father’s friend like this, right?” I smirked. “Oh, really? Must have slipped my mind. Maybe it’s because he never acted like it.” I gave a mock sigh. “My bad, regardless. I'm so sorry.” He chuckled in disbelief, his expression hardened. “Insulting a teacher warrants a three-week suspension here. Do you know that? Not to mention in the presence of other students." I stayed silent, just to mess with him. And it worked. He frowned. “Did you hear me? Did you hear what I just said?!"

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. The principal leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. “Some of your articles were very bold. Especially the ones criticizing how students treat others based on size and appearance.” “I know,” I said quietly. “But I stand by them.” He exchanged glances with the other teachers. “You thought you might get expelled?” “I thought about it,” I admitted. “But if that’s what it takes, I’m ready.” There was another long silence—long enough for me to start counting the seconds in my head. I braced myself for the words You’re suspended or You’ll have to withdraw. But instead, Mrs. Ashby smiled faintly.

“There’s so much buzz around you right now and it's not for the right reasons. People are talking, people are distracted by the mere sight of you.” Ordinarily that should be a compliment but it was far from it. “And trust me, nothing about that is true.” Was he not going to let me explain myself? Was I not allowed to speak for myself? Or is that hospital policy, as well? He took a pause, and I thought he was going to allow me to speak but then he continued. “Unfortunately, we have to take actions to curb this. It is for this reason that I have decided to take this next course of action. I'm sorry, Diamond, but you have been suspended until further notice.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. "What?" I ask softly. "Look, you might hate me for what I'm about to say, but know that i had my reasons okay? And this wasn't personal." I slowly dropped onto the curb, not minding that i was sitting in front of somebody's house. " I've been suspended." He goes on to say, pausing to hear what i had to say. "I mean, i don't know what to say. I'm sorry? Why were you suspended?" I asked carefully.

He taunted, smiling jeeringly at me. “You shouldn't talk to me that way, Mr Bernard! It's none of your business how many times I ate. I'd appreciate it if you learn to mind your business!” “What?!” He jerked off suddenly, as if stung by a bee. “And see who is talking, someone that is guilty and supposed to be punished?” He added. “I don't care! Punish me! If you can have me suspended for a week or two, I'd appreciate it!” I wasn't sure if what I was saying made sense or not.

“Crandon, I talked to HR and your father. You’re suspended for two months. No pay. You’ve got money, so you’ll live. Get some therapy. When you return, you’re writing a formal apology. Not to Carmen but to us. For disrupting the baby shower. For acting a damn fool over someone you’re not even with. Someone you should’ve never touched.” Crandon nodded stiffly. Dad finished, “Pack your shit. Clock out. If I see you on the property before your suspension is over, we’re taking steps to remove you permanently.” Crandon stood, shot me one last look, then left. My father turned to me. “You’re suspended for two weeks.” “Daddy, what? For what?” “For thinking you’re grown.” He pointed at me. “Why woul

Lucas must have sensed the hesitation, so he said. “It’s either that or I will suspend everyone who talks negatively about us behind our backs.”