Krista kept Michelle after school so that she could speak to her parents. It wasn't until both parents walked in together that she realized she'd made a big mistake. They both had motorcycle helmets tucked under their left arms, and were dressed completely in black—she in leather pants, boots, and jacket, with a tight, midriff-baring tank top and a bandana tied over her hair; he wearing leather chaps and jacket over jeans and a tank top with boots. There was no question as to where Michelle got her fashion sense from. They simultaneously pulled off the expensive-looking black sunglasses they both wore, and green and hazel eyes focused on her.
"Is there something wrong, Miss Cordero?" Michelle's father asked.
Krista swallowed. "Uh, yes, she, uh, brought a weapon to school."
"Weapon?" Her mother asked, her gaze moving to her daughter for an instant.
"Yes. A…katani, I believe it was called."
"Katana," Mr. Nottingham corrected. His attention turned to the green-eyed child.
"I just wanted to show everybody what you taught me," the girl said.
He sighed. "What have your mother and I told you about your weapons?"
Weapons?! Krista thought. As in, more than one?!
"Not to take them out of the house," she replied softly.
"That's right," he said. "Do we need to take your privileges?"
"No! Please don't! Mommy's gonna teach me some new moves! Remember, Mommy?"
The girl turned pleading eyes on her mother.
Sara winced. Not that look! "Yes, I do, but you have to promise me you won't do this again, okay?"
"Okay!" She ran to the window. "Mommy, I wanna ride home with you. Is that okay?"
"Sure."
They turned to leave, and as they reached the door, Ian turned back for a moment.
"You don't need to report this, do you?" he asked.
Something in his voice and in his eyes made her feel that there was one safe, acceptable answer to his question. She shook her head, unable to find her voice. They left then, going outside and getting on the two matching motorcycles that sat beside the curb.
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