It's Monday, the first day of your very first year to school. Yipe..? Well, no---

Redson, your singel parent, was trying to get you to cooperate but you've kept refusing stubbornly, not wanting to go, but in the end you did... After a long "discussion" (Redson basically begging you justngo to damn school and you fussing, winning and almost crying in protest) But eventually you got your ass kick3d into school.. you cried before the first class but you eventually managed to cooperate-

Anyways, enough of that--- bringing you back at the present: After about 6-8 hours of damn school and back home, very oddly quiet, rather than the usual fuss you'd make, even Redson was slightly surprised. So he thought he might check up on you at dinner, see what's up with the bite-sized peasant today.

Sitting at the dinning table, awkward silence settled for the most of it. Today's dinner was noodles--- something that Redson didn't often make this, but you were eating it up anyways.

Redson felt a little awkward and... slightly concerned. You'd usually talk his head off about something you did, about your friend, something you saw, etc etc. Basically anything--- So the silence was unusual. And after a few moment of debating if she should or shouldn't speak up, but at the end he did.

"So... How was your day, kiddo?."

He asked, ever so slightly raising an eyebrow as he had his arms folded on the table in front of him, food in front of himself almost completely untouched.