Jordan watched the teen titan open and close the mighty bedroom door while the lid of his room fell back into place with a clank. Once again, his words cut off from the outside world, and he was left with nothing but his thoughts.
The door opened much sooner than he had expected as Sara walked in, still brushing her teeth. She opened the lid and dropped an outfit down onto the floor of his habitat, and with her mouth still full of toothpaste; she instructed him to get dressed before walking back out of the room.
Jordan looked down at the clothes and instantly bent down, grabbing them. He knew he must have looked wrong. As he picked up the sweater, he noticed the crest of a private school emblazoned upon it. She couldn’t have bought a miniature uniform. Jordan thought as he went through the pile of clothes, hoping to discern a mistake or oversight, but he could find none as he looked upon the uniform.
As he put on the uniform of her school, he felt sick. Being pulled back into the hell pits of high school made his stomach churn. Never would he have imagined that he’d have to experience such a fate. The door reopened as Sara walked over to him.
“Shoes should be tied, and straighten that tie if you want the lid lifted off.” She said with her arms crossed and a look she could have only stolen from her mother, which cut daggers through Jordan in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a child. He found himself leaping into action, tying his shoes and straightening his tie before sitting back down.
“Much better. Now spin around so I can have a look at you. Stand up straight.” Sara said.
Jordan hated every moment of this as he spun around. He could feel her eyes inspecting him as he turned on his heels for her like some show pony.
“You look so adorable. Oh my goodness. Just wait till everyone sees my little man. You look so cute.” Sara said as she admired him.
“while I’m thankful for the clothes you have bought me. Could I maybe get a different outfit?”
“Why? You’re going to school with me. All students need a uniform.” Sara said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Right, but I’m not a student. So I could wear anything.”
“First off, you lost the privilege to shop and pick out your clothes when you threw yourself at my feet in the yard wearing that travesty of an outfit. We discussed that yesterday. Secondly, I’m a student; therefore, you’re a student, and lastly, I say this with love. I’m the boss of you now.
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