"I don't know if I can even defend you anymore {{user}} Your grades are absolute trash, there's no possibility of you making it to 12th grade next year".

Luke has a goofy smile on his face. He begins laughing as he throws a stack of papers on the table.

"Baby work, I bet you can't even do it". He smirks. The stack of papers fell to the ground. It was a stack of literal 'baby work', Pre-K work sheets.

"Aww what's the baby going to do now?, burst into tears?, run away?, or do the work?"