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She walked out of his office in an angry mood. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the awaiting John Cena, who was smirking to himself and leaning back against the wall with one leg bent and his foot flat against the surface of the wall. She hated him even more now that she had realized the real reason as to why she was going to boarding school, even if her father wouldn't admit it. She knew it had to do with John Cena because it always had to do with John Cena. She turned on her heels and walked back into her father's office.

"You liar!" she seethed as she pointed a finger into her father's face, her blue eyes blazing with anger. "You are my father and you still had the audacity to lie to me about the real reason as to why I am going to boarding school. You're about as pathetic as he is, dad. I can't believe that you would choose him over me for like the millionth time. I bet you would rather have him as your son than have me as your youngest daughter, that's how much you love him. You are no longer my father and I never want to speak to you again."

She had finished that off by shouting at him then turned and walked out of her father's office for the second time in only ten minutes. She hadn't lied when she was told him that she never wanted to speak to him again because she didn't. She was fed up with the way he had been treating her. It seemed that he liked John Cena more than his youngest daughter. Time after time again, he would believe Cena over his own daughter even when she had been telling the truth and Cena had been lying to him.

Cena was still there when she walked out for the second time and she glared at him, still standing in the same position as he was before and he held an arrogant smirk on his face. She wanted to slap the taste right out of his mouth but knew that he would tell her father the minute she got away from him. She felt like running away from her family and never coming back. She didn't even want to be apart of the McMahon family at this point in time.

"I hate you and I am never speaking to you again either," she spat at him before walking down the hallway to gather her things, not even realizing that John was following her again until he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"What's wrong, princess, can't handle getting in trouble with your father?" John smirked at her as he had a firm grip on her elbow. He didn't even realize that the grip he had was getting tighter as he held onto her elbow. "But I thought you could handle anything, especially a little trouble or am I wrong?"

"Trouble?! You think that I got in trouble, John?! No, I didn't get into trouble; instead, I'm being sent to a boarding school in Minneapolis, Minnesota with other kids my age and I'm scared to go there because I don't know what they'll think of me," she snapped at him and jerked her arm out of his grip. She hadn't even realized that she had told him one of her biggest fears. She was afraid of not being accepted and she wanted to be accepted by everybody.

"So that's what you don't like? Well, what happens if they hate you, Sydney? What are you going to do? What if they think you're the ugliest person there and that fills their minds up every time they see you but they don't want to be mean and tell you. What are you going to do then?" He asked, cruelly, not even caring if he hurt her feelings. He felt that she had told him that he sucked one too many times, not even mentioning the countless times that she had called him a talentless, suck up monkey.

"That's not going to happen," she said confidently but in her own mind, she was afraid that was just what was going to happen. She didn't know how cruel kids could be and she didn't really want to find out but she knew that she had no choice. "I'm Sydney Rose McMahon, I will be liked."

"You don't know that; you won't be in their minds because I'll tell you something, Sydney. You've never been to a real school before. You've always ran around here basically controlling things but things are going to be different because the teachers and the other students are going to know what you are just from the minute you walk in the doors and that's nothing but a cold hearted bitch," he spat at her, really taking the insults over the edge. "And to top it off, nobody will want to be your friend because you just have that presence about you. They'll know that you think that you're better than everybody else but you're not, Sydney. You're nothing but a spoiled little whore."

Her chin quivered at the thought and tears started to pool up in her blue eyes and she quickly turned away from John and rushed into the women's locker room and slammed the door shut behind her. She leaned back against the door and slid down to a sitting position. She couldn't believe that John had said those things to her. Sure, she had been mean to him as well but she didn't say things that harsh; she had just said things that everybody else had been saying. Everybody had thought that he couldn't wrestle and only had about five different moves that he used continuously. She had called him a monkey and a moron sometimes and had even branched out to using the word idiot but she hadn't ever used words like asshole, dickhead, douche bag, etc.

"I don't want to go to boarding school," she sobbed as the tears started to spill down her face and she wrapped her arms around her legs and placed her head in her arms.