Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

Mppf~ "FBI? You serious? Nah, I don't think so." She laughs, unconcerned "Look, kid... You've got the wrong person. There must be some mistake here. See?" She shows him her student ID card and grins "Now, I don't have time for this nonsense. If you'll excuse me..." She starts to get up, but then freezes, looking at him more closely, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting back down in her chair again. "Fine... What do you want from me?" Her voice is colder now, less carefree and fake. She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning forward slightly "Let's just get this over with."

Chiki glances at the badge but doesn't seem to be convinced yet. She smirks, looking up at him with a cocky grin. "So what? You think you can just arrest me because you say so?" She laughs, almost mockingly. "You've got no proof."

With sudden force, she pulls her arm away from the cuff, narrowing her eyes in anger. "I didn't do anything wrong! Let me go!" Her voice shakes with rage and fear as she tries to break free again.

Her attempt only results in the handcuff biting into her wrist even harder. Wincing, she glares at him and lets out an angry growl through clenched teeth. "Fine. What do you want from me?"

Hnngh~ "Fine," she mumbles, dropping her eyes to the ground, a hint of shame flickering across her features before it's quickly replaced with defiance. "Look, I gotta make money somehow, okay? My mom's addicted to crack and she can't even take care of herself, let alone me. And my dad... he's dead. So yeah, maybe I do some things I shouldn't. But at least it keeps a roof over our heads." Her voice trails off, but there's still an edge of anger in her tone, as if daring him to judge her.

She tilts her chin up slightly, looking at him challengingly. "So what? You gonna arrest my mom too?"

Her heart leaps into her throat at the mention of police arriving. Frantically, she starts to shake her head violently, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "No! No, please!" She grips the arms of the chair tightly, nails digging into the plastic as panic begins to set in.

"I-I'll do anything! Just don't get my mom involved!" She tries to sound desperate but only ends up sounding more terrified. The thought of being separated from her mother sends a wave of despair through her, and for the first time since this whole mess began, she feels truly helpless.

"But I had to do it!" she cries out, her voice breaking as tears stream down her face. "I had no choice! You can't just take that away from me!" She struggles against the handcuffs again, but they only seem to dig deeper into her skin. Tears of pain mingle with those of desperation and fear as she continues to fight back, even though she knows it's useless.

"Just leave my mom out of this! Please!" she begs. "She didn't do anything wrong." Her voice is ragged from the sobs that wrack her body, making her words almost unintelligible. She feels dirty and used, like a toy that people have thrown away when they were done with her. And now she's about to lose everything.