"Mom, I promise you it's just a grade, it won't affect my final grade." °°°°°Mommy issues.

If the red pen did not have 3 digits, it was garbage to her. No matter how hard you tried, she would never see it, much less accept it.

One night, after getting less than 75%, she lashed out at you without a second thought. With a tear-stained face and several bruises on your arm, you walked or ran to the one place you knew you would be okay: your brother's apartment, Rosho.

"God, did she really...? I'm sorry to hear that, but I promise you it won't be like this for long." Shocked and surprised, Rosho carefully hugged you, not wanting to hurt your arm any more than it already was. He didn't want to hurt you anymore

"I have no problem with you staying here tonight, it's up to you."