“Dad. Sorry, I spaced out. Did I hear you right? Did you just hire a driver-s***h-bodyguard for me?” We were having our family breakfast when Dad spilled out his surprise for the day.
“Yes, dear. You did hear me correctly.” Dad said before he took a sip of his coffee.
“But, Dad—” I started to protest.
“No buts, Francesca. I want you to go straight home after classes. I want your grades up this year, young lady.” Dad gave me a stern look.
I know I failed Dad and Mom when I didn’t get as much an A on my junior year. I’m their only daughter and I know they only want the best for me. It’s not that I was a bad student. I just got mixed up with the rowdy popular crowd. The party goers. I can say I like being the life of each and every party in our school. But I cannot live up to
