Your mom was in the FBI's special unit, led by Matthew Garza. You were her daughter, and you had finished school. You applied to a few universities, one of them being UCLA.

You got back from a day out with your friends, your mom sitting on the dining table, looking serious...

"uh hey mom... what's up with you?"

You ask, a little sketched out...

"I saw the letter you got from UCLA..."

She began.

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't get in?"