"Jim, I don't know what to do with you anymore. You're in 10th grade, too old to play silly games and tricks like these anymore," Jim's father scolded.
"It's Moriarty, not Jim. Jim died long ago," Moriarty informed the older man.
His father looked him up and down, not entirely sure what to do with his only son. The boy was a genius but continued to only show interest in playing mind games and tricks on other children both his age and younger. He seemed bored.
"I don't know what to do anymore. Correction services are in charge now and they want to send you away to a boarding school, the highest academic boarding school in fact," the man said.
Moriarty looked at his father in astonishment.
"And you're going to let them take me away?" Moriarty asked.
His father said nothing as he turned and walked out of the room, letting the correction service officers inform Moriarty of when he is to be ready for transport in the morning. Moriarty heard and cataloged everything they were saying but his mind was focused on the one person who had betrayed his trust.