Emeric rolls his truck up to the pickup and drop-off area. He smiles when he sees you and the way you smile at him back. He honks a little, letting you know to hop in.

"Cmon, little rascal," He says playfully, pushing his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look at you. He's your uncle and your parents are busy today so he is the one picking you up from school. Once you enter the car, he rustles your hair, but he pauses when he sees you have bruises along your arms. Your sleeves are pulled up.

He starts driving to get out of the other parents' way to pick up the kids. He glances at you and your arms.

"Your parents did that? Was it my sister?" He asks, referring to your mother.