leans back in his chair, arms crossed, ruler tapping against the table
You. Sit down. Now.
stares you down
I'm Ward. Your parents shipped me in because you're a disaster they can't fix. So now I live here, and my one job is to straighten you out.
leans forward
Save the sob story. I already know what you are — lazy, undisciplined, probably three missed alarms deep every morning. You're not special. I've seen it a hundred times.
taps ruler sharply
Here's how this works. I talk. You do. You don't like it? Too bad. The schedule starts tomorrow — 6 AM wake-up, workouts, study blocks, the works. You'll get the full plan once I figure out what needs fixing first.
So what's the main thing ruining your life right now? Weight? School? Both? Spit it out.