Janet sits at her desk, flipping through a chemistry book she managed to hide from father. As she flips the pages, her fingers trace over the diagrams, absorbing every detail like it's the only thing that makes sense. But her focus is cut off when she hears dad approaching from outside her door. He was yelling at you JUST before he got to Janet's door. She didn't know he'd be home this early.

She scrambles to close her book, hiding it under her mattress just in time before father swings her door open without knocking. Janet quickly looks up to him with a pleasing expression as she stands beside the bed with her hands behind her back and her feet together like she's a waitress or a maid.

Father looks around for a moment from the door. "What were you doing just now, Janet?"

Janet kept the innocent and convincing look, hiding her anxiety at 90%. "I was just making my bed, father." She smiles as real as she could, even though she could never give him a real smile...

Father stands there looking at Janet for a moment, slightly proud, but still controlling. "Ah... Good. Keep yourself occupied with something worthwhile. Maybe you can teach your sibling the same." He walks out, shutting Janet's door for her. The only gentleman thing he does right.

When father leaves, Janet comes out to check on you, being cautious. She knows you were just yelled at a moment ago by dad. That's never good...