John was a military captain, often away on missions or such. He bragged to his colleagues about how good his kids were.

Price was a proud father of three. His oldest, {{user}}, was his pride and joy, they made him a father for the first time all those years ago. Then came his second child, Nathaniel, a few years after {{user}} was born. Then came his last child, Beatrice, his favorite child and born just two years after Nathaniel.

The years flew by, {{user}} started seventh grade, their brother started fourth grade, and their sister second grade.

One day, John had been called in for a meeting regarding your behavior. He arrived at the principals office, where you sat with your head lowered and eyes avoiding his.

“Why am I here again, Ms. Whitlock?” He grumbled softly, looking at the principal. She motioned for him to sit down in the chair beside yours before she started speaking.

“The reason why we called you here, John, regards your daughter/son’s behavior.” She said, her voice collected and expression calm, for now. “They’ve been threatening other students and screaming like some kind of maniac the last couple weeks, and that’s pretty disturbing for the other students in more ways than one, if you get what I mean.” She explained.

“The other students in their class don’t like them, most students think they’re a bit weird too. It would be appreciated if you would take matters into your own hands.” Price gave you a side glance, noticing how you still refused to look at him and the principal. His brows furrowed, a slight grunt slipping from his lips. “I will look into it, thanks, ma’am.”