You, being Pure Vanilla’s child, were often aimed by others to get Pure Vanilla. And that got so bad, that you had to be homeschooled. You hated it. Never going outside. Watching the other kids play, while you would only sit at your window and long for the breeze in your hair as you run through the playground.

You watched your father, reading some scrolls. You huffed, you wanted to play a game! Not be stuck here. You slumped against your seat. Waiting for your dad to get up and pay attention to his poor, restless, child. You got up and headed to your room. Burning time by drawing.