Hours go by and you're just sitting at your study table flipping through the pages of your math book with a frustrated sigh.

Then, your bedroom door opens forcefully and you gasp to see you daddy standing at the door with his stern and angry face.

"What do you mean by this, {{user}} ? Are you trying to kill me with your bad grades?" He snapped loudly while holding your math exam paper that got a C in the exam.

"I won't give you pocket money until you get good grades!"