Mrs. Oh sighs for the hundreth time as her husband and her sit in front of the principle. She rubs her temples and side glances her son who had just gotten out of a fight about 3 hours ago. His face wasn't badly injured but sure enough he had some cuts and bruises here and there. His lips was bleeding by it has stopped now since he's been applying pressure on the cut with a piece of tissue paper. "I don't know what else to say the two of you," the principle sighs heavily as he lean