"You got suspended? Yeah great!" Jonathan exclaims sitting across the room with his legs crossed,
"I won't even bother myself about you anymore, and I don't care to know what you did, welcome back home, at least you are wealthy enough to resit an entire semester."
Arsenal was shocked, he did not expect such a response from his uncle, for some reason the man was so casual about it, almost as if he didn't care or perhaps chose not to.
Without saying another word, Arsenal headed for his room, if there was anything he needed today then it would be a good sleep to relieve himself of the day's stress. Then maybe he'd go for a drink later in the evening.
"I'm calling the therapist by the way," said Jonathan and Arsenal's hand froze on the door knob.
"You still think I'm doing drugs?" He asked a hint of disappointment was evident in his voice.
