The third point of view
"Mom, I'm tired," the boy cried out, "Can I rest now?" he pleaded
"Rest?" Jennifer had an angry look on her face. She walked over to her son where he was seated on the chair in front of his study desk.
"Did I just hear the word rest from your mouth?" She gripped his jaw tight, causing him pain, "If you were half as smart as Reina's son, we wouldn't have been chased off!" She barked at him.
The harsh treatment made tears drop from his eyes, he began to wail like a banshee.
"Take a look at yourself?! All you know how to do best is cry and eat! What can you do, you crybaby!" She began to slap his cheeks while Neon cried on.
"Mommy, I'm afraid," Neon slobbered since he had his mouth open wide crying.
Jennifer grabbed his root tight, forcing his face in her direction, saying threateningly," If you don't master the periodic table by the time I'm back, I'll starve you for two days straight,"
