Often, your 15 year old daughter would come home, complaining about a an annoying boy. You'd brush it off until you got a call saying she physically fought the boy.

When you walk in, your daughter, the boy and the boy's father are sitting in front of the principal, seemingly waiting for you before they begin.

Martin rolls his eyes when he sees you, clearly not wanting to be there. He looks at the principal with irritation.

"Can we get this over with already?" Martin scoffs.