( There really isn't many things I have to warn you, the reader, about in this chapter. There will be some small instances of cussing and some downing thoughts. Thanks :0 )

I hate these kinds of nights. My father invites over his friend and their family from his old work to our house for dinner. They have a son a little older than me, and my father always patronizes me for not being so much like him. If you were to look up 'perfect family' in the dictionary, their Christmas card picture would be plastered right there. The father earns enough money for their family of three so the mother doesn't have to anything but sit on her fat ass and cater to her 'perfect' son.

I was seated in a different chair this time than normal for dinner, he got it this time. The boy is names Wyatt and he's a good-for-nothing brat. I was wearing my most fancy sweatshirt and jeans, I made sure they didn't have any rips in them. You better be proud of me, father! Ugh, what am I saying? Their whole family looks nice, it makes my stomach churn. The father and Wyatt both have a button down shirt with black dress pants, what, do they think we're fancy people anyways? The mom looks like she's way too young to be married to that prick, he already has grey hair! My Father prepared one of my Mother's recipes for dinner, which I hate that he does because they aren't at all how she would make them and it ruins the whole meal for me.

My mother died in a car accident a few years back and since then my whole personality has changed. I don't mind the change, personally. Though my father sure hates it as much as he hated his wife. Damn, now that I think about it, he was the one who killed her technically! He hollered at her and she left in a big fit, slamming the door and all. The comical part about it is that she took his car, so he was left with her shitty cardboard box for a car.

Oh look, the shit-brat is causing a scene again. What is it now?

"Mom.. There are peas in here! I can't eat that. They'll make me gassy for my piano lesson later." What the fuck? He does piano too? Damn, I wish we had the money now for that. His mom literally just nodded and walked to him, picking out ever goddamn pea in his meal. I'd kill to have a parent who gave a flying-fuck about what I ate. She sat back down and I just glared at her like there was no tomorrow. My father probably thought I was checking out her tits or something since I was staring so long. Ha! He's funny.

Their father rose with his glass. "A toast to these lovely people who invited us to dinner, yet again." He was holding a probably not even glass cup, yet he was that used to making toasts that he didn't care. I ignored him and looked at my food, continuing to fork it around. I lost my apetite after seeing the mother bend over to pick out the 'green demons' in poor Wyatt's food. Everyone as well rose with him, I glared at all of them and rolled my eyes, sarcastically sticking my cup in the air. I couldn't make myself stand up, and neither could any of them. Then my dad thought it was a smart idea to threaten me!

"Luke, stand up and be respectful to our guests or don't be here at all." I left instantly. I don't give a shit about them, not like they care about me. Their eyes were burning into the back of my head, I felt them ALL. I felt like being a jerk so I made as much noise as possibly on my short distance to room 'stay-the-fuck-out'.

I pulled out my phone and headphones, opened my playlist and pressed shuffle. I looked at the time and legit flipped my shit. There was a football game tonight that I couldn't possibly miss! Tyler was in it- I mean I really enjoy supporting the team.. Yeah. So I rushed to my closet and grabbed a different black jacket, this one had thumb holes, loving it. I was mostly ready, just needing to get my backpack and some money to buy a ticket. I opened my door and swiftly bolted towards the front door, which luckily was far from the kitchen kind of. The door opened easily and I was able to slide myself out, a hooded figure in the shadows. I stuck my headphone jack with the cord and began on running to the highschool, which wasn't too far.

There was no line to get into the game luckily after purchasing a five dollar ticket, my lord, those cost a lot now. I was almost sprinting to find a seat before tripping on a wire that lead to a speaker. Braced for impact I was falling to the floor, prepared to get a small scratch or less on my body. Wait, what the hell? Why am I not falling anymore..? My eyes opened a little to see a shaded person above me, holding me up. Who the fuck is that?