I get home from school and throw my stuff on the couch. I take my shoes and socks off and throw them on the floor.
I go in my room and flop myself on the bed.
What a shitty day.
A knock came from my room.
It was my mom.
"Hey, Sal can't come over today.. I'm having a.. friend over so stay in here please dear?"
"Uh.. okay"
She closed my door and I took a deep breath in and out.
A friend?
My mom never told me that in of her friends was coming over..
Weird.
What if it's a dude?
Could she be dating someone?
What if he's my new dad...
A step dad..
I don't want a new dad..
I'm still not over what happened..

Whatever, I'm probably just overreacting.

Three hour later

I hear a knock and a man's voice..
Did I fall asleep?
Wait..
A man's voice?
So that means that..
My mom could be dating someone?
She never has men over..
And it's 7:00
Why would she have a dude over so late?
Tears start forming in my eyes.
I felt like such a weak bitch for crying over my mom potentially dating someone..
Whatever it'll make her happy.. besides I just make her life miserable.
So what's the point.
I hear my name from the living room. I put my ear up to my door and could faintly hear what my mom was saying.
"Oh, Larry.. he's a special boy, he doesn't really like to talk to people he just stays in his room all day"

Wow.
Yeah, tell him the worse fucking thing's about me, will ya?
I pack a bag and open the metal door that leads outside.
I climb up the ladder to my tree house.

I'll be staying here tonight.
I grab an empty soda bottle and some weed and make a makeshift bong out of the soda can.
It worked so that's all that matters.
I finish up and look in dad's trunk of junk.
But it's cool junk.
I look at his old leather jacket and graze the top of it with the tips of my fingers.
I pick up the concert tickets..
My first concert..
God, I miss him
Sometimes I think he'll come back but I know he won't.

Whatever.
I take my Melatonin and cry myself to sleep.

Like a bitch.