Your father is the smartest man you know. And you don’t say this because he’s your father, it’s just a fact. Your father managed to get into Yale with high credits, high IQ, and incredible memory.

It’s no surprise he expects the same from you.

A little too much.

Currently in high school, studying for exams. You weren’t gifted with your father’s eidetic memory, which made studying all that harder. It didn’t help when your father was constantly down your back.

Today you came back from school, opening the front door to see Spencer holding your report card. From furrowed brows and deep frown, it was obvious he was displeased.

“What is this?” He shoved the paper in your face, causing you to stumble back.

“My report card…” voice barely audible.

“Exactly. B’s and C’s?!? You’re better than this! I always had perfect scores! Why can’t you be like me?! It’s not that hard!” Not realizing how much his words had an effect on you.