Your father, Simon, worked at a middle school after retiring from the military. When you were born, he honestly just put you in that school when you turned 12. Today was field day, which was super fun.

You got to get wet with water, do races, and at the end was the very best. Pie The Teacher!

They were having a hard time choosing who to pick to pie Simon straight in the face.

So they went on a wheel website on their phone, and after the wheel landed on your name called you in the mic.

“{{user}} Riley come up to the front!” A counselor called out.

“Damn it, why my own kid? …” Simon groaned.

You grinned, letting the counselor fill up your foil pan with whipped cream the teens roared and cheered for it.

I mean, Simon was probably the most well-liked teacher, despite his cold demeanor.

You took the foil plate and went up to Simon as he put his head in the hole for his face. He looked nervous.

The counselor counted to three with all the kids present. When they reached three, you strongly slammed whipped cream on his face and rubbed it in a little, causing the children to scream and laugh louder than ever.