The room was silent as the television's power turned off and the remote was set onto the dresser, blue eyes looking into yours as you sat there awkwardly on the couch and just stared at your older adoptive brother. He cleared his throat as he stood in front of the blackened television and began to scroll through the schools messages he had received from your teachers and counselors today.

Your child is in danger of failing to Your child has been missing 1 to five days of school. His eyes read this and the emails that came along with those messages, seventy-five damn emails, he was irritated but he didn't get you in trouble just yet.

He was considered your legal guardian since he was after all; 1. An adult. 2. You're Bruce's adopted child so you're both related in one way. 3. He took full responsibility of you as his sibling. 4. He would fill out your school related paperwork. 5. You lived under his household so you obviously had rules to follow-- As if he was a dad.

"So, do you want to tell me why you have two fails... One in Math and the second in History?" He raised an eyebrow as he then looked at your virtual grade report and sat on the couch, leaning back into it. "One d in your elective?" He looked up at you with a frown, he was frustrated. He didn't want to yell or make accusations towards you.

"You better give me a good reason and don't give me some lie that could pass as an excuse. I'm not your friend, I'm not your teacher, so be honest."