Author: cable_addict
Title: 470
Challenge: 'Bad Day', challenge number 8
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Father/Daughter
Warnings: Um… Nothing really.

16-year-old Amelia Spencer slammed the front door to the Psych office open, causing her father and uncle's heads to whip towards the door. She stomped into the office section of the building and threw herself down into the office chair opposite her father, glaring as she did.
Shawn glanced over at his best friend his eyebrows raised; Gus scowled and shook his head vigorously. Shawn nodded slightly and Gus mouthed the word 'no.' Shawn sighed dramatically before speaking.
"What's wrong Mellie?
Amelia scowled as she looked up. "I had a really bad day." Shawn raised an eyebrow.
"Care to share?"
Amelia shook her head. "Not really."
"Okay then!" Shawn said cheerfully before turning back to his computer screen.
"Oh Dad, it was awful!" Amelia cried as she shook her head, the sandy blonde bun at the back of her head shook loosely causing several strands of hair to come loose. Shawn reluctantly tore himself away from his game of solitaire and studied his daughter.
"What is Mel?"
"Well, you know that I missed my ride this morning." Amelia began and Shawn nodded, opening his mouth. "Don't say 'I told you so'." Shawn's mouth closed and he frowned slightly. "So I had to walk to school. Normally, I wouldn't complain, but right away I stepped in dog crap."
"Ha!" Shawn exclaimed and received glares from both Gus and Amelia.
"Next," Amelia began again, still sending a dirty look towards her father, "I get to school three minutes late and the friggen school's already locked up. I have to bang on the doors for fifteen minutes before anyone heard me and let me in. I run to my locker but the brownnosed hall monitor stops me and yells at me for five more minutes. I finally get away, but when I get to my locker, I can't remember my combo. I have to run to the office and get it and by the time I get back, the bell has rung." She pushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face. "Everything was fine until lunch." She scowled. "I tripped in the cafeteria and landed face first on my tray." Over her shoulder, Gus made a pained face.
"Everyone laughed, dad!" Amelia groaned. "The cheerleaders, the football players, even the geeks!" She pouted. "I was called 'Amelia la carte' the rest of the day."
"Amelia la carte?" Shawn questioned. "That's a bad nickname. I mean, they couldn't come up with something more…I dunno…mean?"
"Dad!" Amelia shrieked, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Mel, I'm sorry you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
Amelia thought for a minute before speaking. "Can I be homeschooled?"

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A/N: Written 5/16/09… Any errors, blame it on that fact. :) I couldn't catch any myself…