Bill looked up to see his own father, Greg Strasserman. He was a rather tall man, standing over 6 foot 3, and towered over his much shorter son. His head was nearly bald, the last signs of his formerly blond hair shriveling up with every passing second. Years of alcohol and junk food gave him a bit of a gut, but was otherwise in fairly good shape. Bill watched as the man bent down, and picked up the stone with confusion.
That's when he met Bill's gaze, and he knew he was in trouble.
"Bill, what the hell are you doing here?" He grumbled, trying not to immediately raise his voice. "Why aren't you in school?"
"W-well I was going dad, but I ran into this person who-" Bill began to try and explain before he was swiftly interrupted.
"Then why are you all the way near our home? And why were you facing the other way when I spotted you?!" Greg began to yell.
"D-dad just listen!" Bill pleaded, worried about what may happen next.
"Son, just don't." He growled. "Ugh, I can't believe this! How could you do this to your mother and I? After we work so hard for you?"
Bill spotted as the stone began to glow, and his father raised it as he shook his hand upwards in anger.
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