As you take your seat, you let out a frustrated sigh. You knew the rest of your siblings would have to bear the brunt of your failure, and the scolding of your father, yet again.

“Vander learns none of this.” You say sternly, looking at all of your siblings with a glare that's only intensifying. Powder huddled her face into her knees on the couch.

Mylo's snarky tone butts in as he speaks, catching your attention. “No worries there, Powder handled the evidence," he says, and Powder is immediately defensive.

“I tried, okay? You're older, you're bigger; it isn't fair!" she argues, but Mylo retorts sharply in response, making powder go silent once more.

“So take a punch or two!-" He started once again, before the door opened and Vander entered the room, you knew a plethora of shame, anger, and arguing was coming your way.