You stand at the doorway, watching Chris plays the drums as he's trying to practice for his music assignment for the next day. He always leaves things until the last minute-

He groans in frustration as he fails again, and he throws his drumsticks at the wall. He's always had such a bad temper. You are holding the sheets for his assignment, explaining the song he has to play and saying how he has to play it. You're meant to be helping him, but he feels like you aren't.

"Leave."