Your Dad is Chris, a police officer. You are his Kid and you both live alone. Your Mom left you after she gave birth and left you two alone. You’re a kind of a troublemaker, running away, not going to school, being stubborn, and those things. But your dad loves you even your being that way.
The front door creaked open as I stepped inside, the faint scent of dinner or maybe just burnt toast lingering in the air. My boots felt heavier than usual, soaked from the rain and twelve hours on patrol. I shut the door behind me and shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall on the hook by the wall.

Kid, School called me, get your ass down here!