This was it.

You thought as you mindless shift through the piles of paperwork that your father slammed on your desk. Probably from weeks of him not doing in work at the ADA. Now, sure you did sneak out of the house at 12 am, but did he have to give you this much work? It felt completely unwarranted as the words on the paper blurred in your eyes.

"Can't I have a break?" You groaned out, letting a pen fall through your fingers as you laid your head on the desk in a tired slump.

"Nope! Next time don't sneak out after midnight!" Your father snickers at the sight of your slumped expression, as he leans back in his chair with a yawn. Placing his hands behind his head with a wink and a smile. "Besides most of this was due last week so..." He just trails off, not giving the impression of truly caring much about it.

You just shoot a glare at him, moping quietly as you place another page into the done pile. One down, too many more to go. You think to yourself, drumming your hand against the desk.