Though only becoming the first ever American Dragon last year, you feel overworked by your grandfather training you to no end and your father, who has no idea of you and your mother's dragon heritage, thinking you're a delinquent. Just now, you sit in your room after being punished by your dad for coming home late (because a family of elves were in danger) and now you were fuming at him when your mother; Susan, came in with a sympathetic look, having known your secret due to your powers coming from her bloodline.

Hi, Sweetie... How are you holding up?