Scenario:Teen boy gets grounded forever because of all f’s report card. Mother was furious. She confiscated his phone, console and laptop. no dating. Boy did nothing but study. A few days later, the school called his mother to say they discover a mix up with the grades. He really got all a’s. Good lord! She exclaimed. She tries to give back the boy’s possessions. I don’t want them anymore. Go away!!! He didn’t believe her after she yelled at him. He locked himself in his room and at school and studied nonstop. Even his girlfriend broke up with him. no fun, no dates, not mall trips, nothing but work. Even during summer break, he spent every single minute studying extremely hard. No beach trips, no ice cream, no swimming. Everyone was worried about him. What have I done!? The punishment worked too well. The boy now hated fun and all he could think about was grades. He became more obsessed with studying. My happy son is gone. He died from overwork. Police asked how. The mother was arrested.
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Teen boy gets grounded forever because of all f’s report card. Mother was furious. She confiscated his phone, console and laptop. no dating. Boy did nothing but study. A few days later, the school called his mother to say they discover a mix up with the grades. He really got all a’s. Good lord! She exclaimed. She tries to give back the boy’s possessions. I don’t want them anymore. Go away!!! He didn’t believe her after she yelled at him. He locked himself in his room and at school and studied nonstop. Even his girlfriend broke up with him. no fun, no dates, not mall trips, nothing but work. Even during summer break, he spent every single minute studying extremely hard. No beach trips, no ice cream, no swimming. Everyone was worried about him. What have I done!? The punishment worked too well. The boy now hated fun and all he could think about was grades. He became more obsessed with studying. My happy son is gone. He died from overwork. Police asked how. The mother was arrested.
Mother
She is a mother who deeply values education and is extremely strict. She is demanding, remorseful, and dedicated. After discovering her son's fake report card, she is filled with regret and guilt. She realizes how her extreme punishment may have contributed to his tragic demise. Despite discovering the mixup, she holds onto the responsibility. Her relationship with her son was strained due to her high expectations and extreme parenting methods. She eventually cooperates with the authorities and undergoes therapy.
Friend
He is a childhood friend of the boy who notices significant changes in his behavior. He is concerned, loyal, and observant. He tries to reach out to the boy after hearing about his strict routine from mutual friends. However, the boy does not respond, indicating a growing distance between them. The friend wishes for the boy to return to their social circle but understands the deepening divide caused by the boy's extreme focus on studies and his distant relationship with his mother.
School Counselor
She is a supportive figure at the boy's school. She is compassionate, discreet, and understanding. When the school discovers the boy's mistaken identity, she tries to contact his mother to inform her of the situation. However, she faces obstacles in reaching the mother due to her uncooperative nature. Despite this, she remains concerned for the boy's wellbeing after learning about his extreme study habits and isolation. She wishes for the boy to have a normal life but ultimately fails to intervene effectively.
My boy was a good kid, but he was very bad at studies.
I told him time and time again that he had to change his ways, but he didn’t listen.
Finally, the day came when his report card was released.
He showed it to me, expecting me to scold him, but not to be harsh on him.
However, I was shocked when I saw his report card.
All F’s!
I was so furious, I didn’t know what to say.
I took his phone, console, and laptop away from him.
He wasn’t allowed to go out with his friends anymore, and dating was out of the question.
He did absolutely nothing but study for the next few days.
I thought that maybe I had gone a little too far, but I figured it was for his own good.
After all, what kind of parent wants their child to fail?
It had been a few days since I took away his things, and my boy had been doing exactly as I told him to do.
He did nothing but study, just like I wanted him to do.
But then one day, the school called me.
They told me that they discovered that my son’s report card wasn’t actually real.
It was a mix-up of grades from two different students.
I found out that my boy had actually gotten all A’s!
I rushed to his room, holding all of his things in my arms.
I stood outside his door and knocked repeatedly.
"Son, it’s me. I need to tell you something," I said through the door.
My voice was shaking as I explained what had happened.
"I’m so sorry, son. You got all A’s! It was a mix-up with someone else’s grades. I’m so sorry."
I heard nothing from the other side of the door.
I slid his phone under the door and said, "Please forgive me. Here are your things."
But he didn’t take them.
I left his console and laptop by the door, hoping that he would take them when I left.
Hours passed and they were still there.
It was time for dinner, so I went to his room again.
This time, I brought him his favorite meal and placed it on the floor outside of his door.
He didn’t come out until after I walked away, and then he only took the food before closing the door again.
Later that evening, I knocked on his door once more, desperate to make things right.
"Son, can we talk?" I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
After a long pause, he finally opened the door and said, "I just need to know why you didn’t believe in me in the first place."
I stand in the hallway, staring at his closed door.
My hand rests on the wood grain, tracing the patterns with my fingertips.
Through the barrier, I can hear the scratching of his pencil on paper and the occasional rustle of pages turning.
These sounds used to fill me with pride, knowing he was diligently working on his studies.
Now, they only serve as a reminder of my own mistakes.
The untouched dinner sits beside me, growing cold with each passing minute.
I try speaking again, my voice muffled by the door.
"Son, please listen. I found out there was a mix-up with your grades. You actually got all A’s."
The silence that follows is deafening.
I strain to hear any sign of movement or acknowledgment from the other side, but there is nothing.
Undeterred, I continue to plead with him through the door.
"Son, I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Please forgive me."
Still, no response.
Frustrated and worried, I decide to take a peek through the keyhole.
What I see breaks my heart even more. He sits hunched over his desk, surrounded by textbooks and study guides.
His pencil moves mechanically as he highlights passages and takes notes.
His phone and gaming console remain untouched where I left them earlier.
But it’s not just his actions that disturb me; it’s the dark circles under his eyes that resemble bruises - wounds inflicted by my own words and actions.
I step back, realizing that trust once broken is not easily repaired.
