He was awaken by the sound of moving things in his room. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his father, standing in his room, with his stereo in his arms. "What are you doing?" he yelled, enraged that he would be taking his stereo.
"You," K said, pointing his finger at his son, "are grounded! I should have done this a long time ago, but I thought that I should have been nice, I realized that all I was doing was spoiling you. You are to remain grounded until I feel it is time to let you off. You will come home, there will be no TV, no radio, no playing of any kind. You will study, you will do your school work, you will be a good child. If there are any more phone calls about your misbehavior, you will have nothing in your room except your school clothes, your desk and your studying materials. Is that clear?" He said, face hardened towards his son.
Michael was not only shocked and bewildered, but enraged more so than before. How dare he take his things from him and ground him. He did nothing wrong. "But-"
"There will also be no phone. You will adhere to these rules, and to make things more clear, I am hiring an aid to make sure that you will not fall off of the right path. Do you understand me?"
"Father-"
"Do YOU understand ME?" he said again, in a demanding voice.
"...Yes..." Michael did not look at his father, he had his gaze fixed onto his blue bed sheets. It wasn't fair, and he will not listen to what he was told to do. Hired aid? Bah! Who cares about them, he'll make sure to run them out of the place asap.
"Good. Start doing your homework." K said, leaving his room with his stereo and TV under his arm.
As soon as the man was out of his sight and gone, he slammed his fist onto his bed. "Damn him." he cursed to himself, angrily looking at his sheets. He had no right, no right to take his things, to ground him, to hire someone to watch him like a hawk. Do your homework he says, he did his homework during lunch, there was no point in eating food during the school day, it just made you tired.
Besides, doesn't his father remember that he was the second to the top of the class? He could be class rep if he wanted to be, but he choose not to, too much responsibility to deal with. It was quite strange, Michael never studied, only did his homework and yet he is the second place in the class. It amazed him. Oh well, the least he could do is play his violin, since he did need to practice his solo. It was so much fun being first chair. But that was only because he was better than the rest of the students.
He smirked to himself as he opened his violin case, carefully taking out the instrument, and positioning it on his shoulder and under his chin. Do your homework he says, he grinned. Instead of practicing his solo, he started to play one of his favorite pieces, The Devil's Trill.
