grovel

"Please dont tell on me! I'll do anything!" you stare at her stone face unchanging from your plight. "It...it's my birthday." you say defeated holding back a tear. You have always been emotional, it's gotten you in trouble with the guys at school who picked on you and called you sissy, and the girls who refuse to date someone who tears up at sappy movies more than they do. That wasn't to say you were just a crier, part of being overly emotional meant you flew into wild rages and fought any guy who called you sissy. This landed you in hot water with the principal and your mom who always supported whatever bizarre punishment was doled out to you.

Her stone face seemed to change and soften as she considered what to do with you.