A couple of months ago Vincent had gotten into trouble for staying up all night playing Minecraft. "On a school night!" his mother had screamed.
"Mama," Vincent had yawned, "it's fine. I'm awake."
"If you fail your test today, you will be a beggar on the street!"
"It's fine, I know it all," he'd said, nodding off.
"Yes, you know it all! That's your problem! You're a lazy know-it-all!" His mother had wheeled on his father, who had been trying to sneak out the door without getting involved. "You need to punish him!" she'd shouted.
"Uh, he has to clean the toilet… for two weeks."
"Doing the maid's job is not a punishment!" His mother's eyes had narrowed. "I'm selling the computer."
"Mama, no!" Vincent had howled.
"You can buy a new one with your salary when you are a working adult!"
"No!!!" Vincent had felt like his heart was being ripped out.
His mother thought she had won that fight, but Vincent looked around the world now and all he saw was creepers and crafting. It was a lot more like Minecraft than school.