Ace's POV:
Around third hour, I was too distracted by the party tonight. My daughter Monique was fast asleep on my lap. I helped concive her at the age of 16 and 1/2. Monique was born on January 3rd of 1974 when I was 17. Enough about my daughter's birthday, now to why I brought her to school. Her mom, Jeanette, who was (y/n)'s best friend, had divorced me and left me with Monique. I actually had a member of our frat house in my class. I looked around. It was Paul C. Our professor started to take attendance for the day. I started to dose off, waiting for her to call Paul C's name. "Paul Carravelo" Mr. Whateverhislastnamewas called out. "Here" Paul c raised his hand. I must've really started to sleep because the next name that I heard was my name. "Here" I shouted, my hand shot into the air. I was sleeping again as Mr. Whateverhislastnamewas had finished taking attendance. I didn't know what roll call meant back then and I didn't want to. Monique started to snore now. I'm only 18 and she's only 1. "Monique honey, stop snoring. Daddy has to focus on the lesson for today, mkay Monique. I love you so much baby girl I love you" I said to my sound asleep daughter. I hated when she screamed because I had woken her up. "Mr. Frehley, what, and who are you talking to" the professor said. "My daughter, Monique" I replied with. "Show her" the professor said. I picked up Monique and put her on my desk. "Please don't take awhile my Monique, she's all I got. Please let me keep her. I love her more than anything in my life. Please don't take her away" I said, starting to break down. "The least I could do is give you a detention" he said. I get to keep her after all!
