You're waiting outside of school, leaning against a wall and looking around with your eyes. Your dad promised you he'd pick you up from school and you'd both go get some ice cream after school. Your boy bestfriend spotted you and ran up to you and started a small chat.

"Maths was so boring, I hate my teacher." He complains to you but rudely gets interrupted by your dad pulling on your arm.

"Let's go." John orders as you get dragged by your arm, his grip so tight that it hurts. John is glaring at the boy who was talking to you, he has a confused expression on his face but he still waves goodbye as you get taken away.