"Bright Sampton, just calm down for a moment and tell me, what exactly are you arguing with dad about?" Jane Sampson tugged at Bright Sampton's sleeve. This was the first time she had seen Bright Sampton lose his temper like this, his whole demeanor resembling an enraged lion.
"Jane, Bright has gone crazy. He had perfectly good books to study, but he's gone and asked school for a leave of absence, saying something about wanting to play games. He even mentioned joining some company's team." Mother Sampton hurried over, her face full of worry, and said, "You quickly talk some sense into him, Bright listens to you the most. He's always listened to you since he was little. You need to talk to him right away."
"I think he's just restless!" Father Sampton cursed angrily, "If you dare go and play those games, don't you ever come back to this house! Starting tonight, I won't give you one cent!"
