Mrs. Colleen Cracknell waited in Miriam's outer office. She had been summoned to the school because of her two children who sat beside her. Despite not being twins Ericka and Matt were in the same grade. Matt was the older at fifteen and Erick the younger at fourteen. They were eleven months apart but because they were born on either side of the September, they ended up in the same grade. Neither had been much trouble, until early this year when their father had died. No one knew whether he dies of a tragic accident at work or was it suicide (or even worse foul play.)

But without a father and their mother was in no shape to parent properly. As a result the family was thrown into ruin. Ericka though just fourteen years old started to dress provocatively much to the delight of the horny boys in her grade. Ericka's clothing wasn't bought too short or tight, but after rolling up the belt-line of her skirts/bottoms and tying a huge knot on her tops exposing her mid-rift, her clothes were 'inappropriate' for school. Despite her dress (and her obvious come-ons to the boys), she had no intention of letting any boy even get a kiss from her. She was a tease; a very hot tease.

Matt started to pick fights with everyone. At first it was just the boys who made crude remarks about his sister (not that he ever admitted to even liking her.) Matt called Ericka a bitch or worse many times. But if another boy called her a skank or even if he innocently called her cute, a fight would entail. Eventually anything could set him off.

If Matt wasn't getting into trouble for fighting, he would be getting into trouble for the things he called the other girls in the school. They were much cruder (or at least as crude) as what the boys were calling his sister. This also resulted in fights with the girl's brother if she had one at school.

Colleen couldn't lecture to her daughter about her dress as she wore similar clothing in her attempts to find a new man in her life. She even started to wear her daughter's clothing, which was even more outrageous on her curvier figure. She wasn't a plus sized woman, but she certainly had more curves (and the clothes were tighter) than her daughter. “Besides,” she thought, “I have more important things to worry about than how my daughter dresses.”

Mrs. Werner's office door opened up and a young man a year older than Matt exited. He was sucking his thumb. Mrs. Warner said her to receptionist Mrs. Whipple, “Phone Timmy's mother and have her pick him up. Then have the school transfer paper's printed out and filed.”

Timmy took a seat and waited for his mommy. His thumb never left his lips.

The Cracknell family was shown into the office. Mrs. Werner had resisted desperate measures with his family due to the family tragedy. But this family had been a thorn in her side for long enough. She had to straighten things out.

The family took a seat in front of Miriam. Each was under their own best behavior. Ericka had removed the knot in her top and unrolled her skirt so each was a respectable length. She had also washed all the makeup off her face giving her a false look of innocence.