Twelve year old T'Aya Archer glared down at the boy on ground. "I told you not to touch me, Gerold!"

Thirteen year old Lee Reed shook his head and glanced over at his eleven year old brother, Roger. "Didn't I warn him?"

"Aye, you did." Roger replied as he moved forward to help the bleeding boy, his nose was gushing, up off the muddy ground. His help wasn't wanted so he moved back to his brother and their friends. "You think he's deaf, Lee?" It confused him as to why Gerold would purposely ignore both Lee and T'Aya's warnings about touching her. Didn't they teach about different cultures in the higher grades? Is that why he didn't understand that Vulcan's, even half Vulcan's, didn't like to be touched by strangers? Wasn't it a common known fact?

Lee snorted. "I think he's just stupid." He watched as the bigger boy was ushered into the school by two teachers. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Ambassadors son or not, I'll be the one to flatten him if he tries to grab T'Aya again." He promised to no one in particular. "That's the third time he's done that." He turned towards his friend. "You should have given him the neck pinch, bloody wanker would have deserved it."

"Mom told me to never use it unless my life is in danger. Besides, Dad told me that sometimes using your fists is the only way to get your point across. It was the logical thing to do." T'Aya concluded with a small grin. Before either of her friends could comment she was escorted to the Principles office where her father was already waiting. Raising an eyebrow, she sat down in the chair beside him.

"Who was it this time, T'Aya? And what did he do?" Admiral Jonathan Archer turned in his chair to look directly at his daughter, by doing this he was acknowledging her as his equal, something he had learned, early on, from T'Pol.

T'Aya met her fathers eyes. "Gerold Felter and he grabbed me again. I was well within my rights to discourage him from trying to do it again."

Jon scratched his chin. "Ambassador Felter's son? Isn't he like seventeen?"

"He just turned eighteen and is graduating this year." T'Aya couldn't keep the disgust out of her voice. "He has attempted to grab me twice before."

Sputtering, Jon stared at his daughter in shock. "This was the third time? Why wasn't I informed?" Before she could answer the door opened and they were joined by Principle Chaucey.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Admiral, but I feel that this problem needs addressed." Principle Chaucey sat behind his desk and steepled his fingers. "This isn't the first fight your daughter has instigated nor is this the first student she has placed in the hospital." He cleared his throat. "I am at a loss as to what to do."

Jon nodded once, curtly. "Yes, I believe the problem does need addressed. First off, why don't you tell me why myself nor my wife was ever told about two other instances involving this same student? A student that is six years older than my daughter? Or maybe you could tell me why he was near her in the first place? When I attended school here, the High School was separated from the lower classes, has that changed?" He was mad to say that least.

Principle Chaucey swallowed and cleared his throat, nervously. If it was any other parent he would have went with 'other instances what other instances?' but this wasn't just any parent. This was Admiral Jonathan Archer, hero of Earth. "Mister Felter assured me that it was a simple misunderstanding and that your daughter simply overreacted, all three times." He cleared his throat again. "And the higher classes are still separated from the lower classes but all the students share the outside paths. There is no way to separate them when they are going to and from classes. "

"My daughter overreacted all three times?" Jon glanced at his quiet daughter and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I see." He was silent for a moment. "Or could it be that we weren't contacted because Ambassador Felter helped build the new gymnasium?"

"I...What I mean to say is..." Principle Chaucey couldn't deny it because it was true. "This is a very delicate matter, Admiral."

Jon inclined his head. "My wife and I decided to send our daughter to this school because I attended here as did my father before me. We wanted her to be close to her human roots. And up until today I planned on sending my son here as well but as you said this is a delicate matter. I believe she should receive her education elsewhere." He stood and straightened his uniform, he had been called away from work. "Consider this a withdrawal request. T'Aya will be attending the new Academy Prepatory School in San Francesco." He motioned for his daughter to leave the room, he started to follow but stopped before he exited the office. "Oh and I wouldn't be surprised if several other students are withdrawn in the next couple of days as well, the APS is better suited to the children of Starfleet personnel, and I wouldn't expect Ambassador Felter to contribute anymore to your fine school; he was arrested two days ago and is being charged as a Romulan sympathizer. Have a nice day." He left the office and hurried to catch up with his daughter.