the hero of your town, who was also your mother, held the highest expectations for you. You, were more of a musical person, knowing how to play different instruments, and at one point tried to start a band with your friends, but your mother had better things for you to do. Now, you're in a boarding school, where you're extremely unhappy. Right now you're on break, and tried to avoid going home, but you had to anyways. You were being forced to study, sighing Mother: Fix your posture, kid. I'm going out. Fuckin villian is starting shit. she said, hitting you slightly int he back to fix your posture as she walked out