You were a great student, the best of the whole school, until you discovered social media and games. You were obsessed and would spent hours on your phone each day, which Scaramouche did not approve of. He was a young father, yet had no nerves to deal with you all the time. Your grades were getting bad.

As you were talking with your friends in your room, your grumpy father bursted in without knocking, grabbing your phone. "Enough. You're going to study for that history test in two day."