Garroth was a good student. He was good at sports, he was nice to his classmates, he turned in his homework on time, and he got good grades. He was his father’s golden boy and everyone knew it, even his brothers, Zane and Vlayd knew it.

So when his English teacher asked him to help tutor a failing student he agreed, Garroth liked helping his peers.

However, when Garroth checked his classmates assignments they didn’t turn in he discovered they shouldn’t be failing at all. If they had turned in their work they would’ve gotten straight A’s but instead the homework sat untouched in their backpack.

That’s how he found himself in his current predicament, frantically following his classmate down the hall while they attempted to evade him.

“I’m afraid I just don’t understand, you are clearly smart!” Garroth said, all while weaving through students as he tried to catch up with this classmate of his.

“If you just turned in your work you could be taking college level classes right now! Do you understand that?” Garroth asked, finally catching up to them, he had to speed walk to keep up the same pace as them.