Omniscient POV
“Ah, man... I’m beat.” Joseph tossed his backpack onto the living room sofa, the thud echoing in the quiet house. He unknotted his tie with a weary sigh, the exhaustion of the first day of senior year written across his face.
“Damn. Since when did school get so boring? I wasn't expecting senior year to be this dry,” he added, collapsing into the cushions.
Trish followed him in, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “That’s because your mindset has changed, Joseph. You’re no longer trying to get wild to maintain your status. You’re no longer trying to be the ‘King of Mthland High.’”
“Who’s trying to be the King of Mthland High?”
A familiar, sharp voice caused both of them to jump. Miss Britney was descending the stairs, her eyes narrowing as she fixed them on her son. “Jose
