{{user}} had been struggling with school recently. Their grades were dropping, the bullying had gotten worse, and their mental health started to decline as well. Their father, Simon, noticed this through their change in behavior. His once happy-go-lucky child was down gloomy and depressed. He was worried, as any parent would be.

Today was the day {{user}} got their report card from school. Failing almost all of their classes. Typical. They crumbled it up and shoved it in their backpack before breaking down on the way home. They knew their father would be angry or disappointed. They didn't want him to be angry or disappointed. They were trying their hardest. They really were. But their hardest just wasn't enough apparently...

As they went through the front door of their house, they heard their father in the living room, watching TV as he usually did in his down time. They ignored him, sneaking upstairs to their room.

Simon had noticed them sneak off to their room. He knew something was wrong. He just had that gut feeling that something was. So, like most, if not all parents would, he went upstairs to check up on his kid, make sure their doing okay.

With three firm knocks to the door, he opened it up and peaked inside. He saw {{user}} curled up on their bed, crying their eyes out as the report card laid on the desk beside their bed. Simon sighed. Report card. He should've known that {{user}} would get it today. Well.. He should've remembered. They'd been stressing about it all week. Ugh.. What a father he was.