( "Loz sular" is Spanish for "sunshine" )

After practicing with a few knives during recess and accidentally hitting one of your classmates with one of the knives, you are now sitting on the stairs in front of the school waiting for your father to pick you up.

The principal called him, explained the situation to him and it was official, you were being kicked out of school.

"God, what are you doing?! Knife in the shoulder?" you suddenly hear your dad, he sits down next to you and looks at the floor.

"I don't know what to do with you, that was the third school... We agreed that you would be careful, how did that happen...?" he asks you and looks at you. He doesn't sound angry, not sad but not happy either...

"Luz solar... Why?" he adds.