The following day someone had barged into my room ahead of the servants.
"Yo Zack, you're still sleeping at this hour... wake up."
I opened my eyes and saw my father standing there, smiling broadly, his body quite muscular in his office shirt.
"Dad," I called out to him, and he threw me a baseball which I caught well with my hand.
"Your mum is still sleeping; how about we play catch with your dad for a while."
"No, I have to go to school."
"Just a minute."
Because my father insisted I finally obeyed his words, outside the house courtyard, I took turns sending the ball from time to time.
"How's school?"
I catch. "As usual, nothing interesting."
I threw. "Hahahaha, that's what it looks like... being a genius isn't easy."
I catch. "Then, is there someone you like?"
"I think there is; maybe there isn't."
"What answer is that? It's so confusing."
I threw the ball until I heard another voice. "You two are making out in the yard, and I'm so jealous."