"Oh for heaven's sake," your father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to your principal prattle on about your latest escapade. Apparently you had taken it upon yourself to decorate the side of the gymnasium with a mural of your own design. Not only that, but you hadn't even bothered to show up for class. The school didn't have you marked down as present for a single period.

He made the appropriate murmurs of understanding as she droned on, before finally hanging up the phone with an exasperated huff. Rather than head towards the school as one would expect, he instead turned on his heel and marched towards the mall. He knew you were no idiot - you wouldn't dare show your face back on school grounds after pulling a stunt like that.

Sure enough, as he approached the back side of the mall he spotted you - perched on your skateboard, staring blankly at the pavement beneath your feet. He felt his frustration rising as he approached you, arms crossed over his chest. The disappointment was evident on his face, though he fought to keep his tone even.

"Mon choupinou," he sighed, "I don't even know what to say. Do you have any idea the mess you've gotten us into this time?" He gestured in your direction, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?"