It wasn't that Zoey's parent didn't love her. They just didn't have the time for her. Not with their twenty hour work schedules. So it was up to her kind old grandmother to take care of her most of the time.
Now, Zoey did what any young kid who felt neglected did, and caused mischief. We're not talking about widespread chaos, but whenever there was a chance for Zoey to disagree with a teacher or cause a commotion, she revelled in it. This caused her to attract the attention of some of the local gangs.
But her grandmother, who heard all about Zoey's misadventures, warned her. "Stay away from those fellows. They're always up to no good."
But young Zoey only cared about the local arcade, where she could drown out all of her adolescent worries with the loud noise of "Cap'n Artic" and "Alien Scream." She'd spend all her time after school there, instead of at the Intermediate-School Attitude-Adjustment Center, or I.S.A.A.C for short.
This, of course, would get Zoey into even more trouble. What she didn't know was that her grandmother wasn't telling her parents of her school problems, since she was too ashamed to fill them in about their daughter's activities.
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