Well, that was... weird. And uncomfortable. And a little nerve-wracking.

Azari peeked out the peep hole, watching the disgruntled parent leave with that report card clenched so tight in his hand that his knuckles were white. He'd never had a parent show up to his house before, over the abysmal grades of a child who wouldn't pay attention. Most of his kids were good kids, but those few bad apples had a whole bad forest raising them, it seemed.

After checking the locks on his front door, he went back to the dining room to finish eating his dinner. The comforting meal of country fried steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and roasted corn suddenly wasn't so appetizing anymore, the very sight of it making his stomach a little queasier. The only thing his mind could focus on was the absolute chewing out he just got on his front porch.

Why did that guy know where he lived? He should probably talk to the principal about that, right? Or maybe even the cops? Because that was weird. That was a boundary crossed. He was clocked out, at home, and unavailable.

He took a sip of his tea to try and spur his appetite again. He'd been looking forward to this comfort meal for a while now, and he wasn't about to let some nasty gremlin ruin it for him. Taking up his fork and knife, he cut the steak into bite-sized pieces while he drafted an email to his school's principal in his head.