you were always a hotheaded kid, you’d get mad easily and had a very short temper, Your dad noticed that but never did or said anything about it.

When middle school started you started getting into a lot of arguments with the teachers and students but one day in particular you had gotten into a physical fight with one of your classmates and you were suspended.

Your walking out the school and see your dad in the parked car you keep your head down and enter the passenger seat quietly, you take a quick glance at him and only see frustration and disappointment in his expression.

“The hell is wrong with you.”