"Why do you always fail? Do you enjoy hurting your mother? Do you have any idea how I feel when my friends tell me about their children's good grades? No one does so bad at school as you do. You aren't even good at sports or arts or anything. What did I do to deserve this? On top of all that, your teacher complained that you bully other kids. You pushed a girl from the stairs and fractured her arm." Lia's mom said while she held her arm tighly.
"But she started it, I was just defending myself." Lia said.
"I don't know what she did, were you trying to murder her or what? Who pushes children from stairs? You are old enough to know someone could get hurt very badly and even die." Her mom shouted at her.
"She's not a child, she's the same age as me. You don't know what she did to me, do you? You don't even care." Lia said.
"Alright tell me. What did she do to you that made it ok for you to hurt her. " Lia's mother asked as she let go of her arm and sat down.
As Lia tried to remember the incident, tears rolled down her cheeks. She could not say a word.
"Go on, I'm listening. Now why don't you tell me what she did?" her mother said.
Lia continued to cry. "You've got nothing to say do you? Because she did nothing. She's a top student and you are always jealous of her, isn't that right? That is what your teacher told me. If she did anything to you, your teacher would have told me about it. Or is it that eveyone is lying, just to make your life...