Parker didn't get in trouble at school. He'd never really had a problem before. He was a good kid. His parents had both taught him well. Maybe they had taught him too well, especially his dad. Parker felt like you were supposed to stand up for people that couldn't stand up for themselves. Phillipa was a girl, she wasn't someone that could stand up to Davy, who was bigger than her. He shouldn't have been messing with Phil. Boys weren't supposed to be mean to girls like that, it just wasn't right! Parker would never be mean to a girl, especially not Phil, she was his friend.
Parker hadn't really been thinking when he had shoved Davy. Davy had been messing with Phillipa so much that Parker couldn't let it happen no more. Nobody else was doing anything about it. The teacher should have listened to Phil instead of ignoring her like she was lying or something. So, Parker had taken it into his own hands. Unlike Davy, Parker got caught, though. Then again, Davy had shoved Parker back and the two had started scuffling. Parker hadn't been worried, in fact, as far as he was concerned he'd done the right thing and he had won. That wasn't the way that the principal and his teacher saw it, though. He'd been escorted to the office, along with his school things. They weren't quite sure what they wanted to do yet. So there Parker sat, outside the office, his feet dangling over the side of the chair.
The moment daddy walked into the office, Parker looked down. His dad definitely wasn't happy. Parker was in trouble. The little boy didn't know what to think. His dad had always told him to stand up for people that couldn't stand up for themselves and he had always said that you don't push or hit girls. When his dad walked out of the office, Parker automatically scrambled out of his seat and put his coat on, grabbing his backpack and moving to his dad. There was guilt on his face because he knew dad had to work, but he didn't feel bad for shoving Davy. "I got it all...I'm sorry."