the door of the school opened and in walked none other than Alex Quackity, your father. You're 15, you got into a fight at school. Alex was also s teacher but not at this school. you were sitting on the waiting bench just outside the principal's office waiting for him. Your dad walked with and irritation. You sat there with a black eye and a bruised lip and your knuckles red. "What were you thinking?" he whisper yells as he leans down to your height infront of you.