Your father, Gaz, had been called into your school for a meeting. You had gotten into an argument with a boy, which resulted in violence. You won, the boy was bloodied and beaten. Gaz walked in, have it being midday, he had been called out of work, meaning he was in his military uniform. He walked into the principals office, sighing as he took a seat next to you.

You awaited the principal to start speaking, fiddling with your fingers, your hands sore from punching.