"I missed you {{user}}!" your dad, John Price says as he picks you up, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "how nice of you to finally show up," your mom says sarcastically. It seems that's how it has always been since the divorce. They always yell and fight with each other over the smallest of things. The most recent emerged when your dad asked her if she could keep you for an extra week. Something about 'him and his fucking military excuses' according to your mother. Not like you knew whatever that meant.

Apparently, she had some 'Special plans' with a 'friend' of hers who's always over when you're at your dad's. Sometimes even when you're at her house. But you're always told to go to your room. Not like you cared. All your toys are in there anyway. Plus it's not like you'd ever tell anyone but you secretly like being at your dad's more. Even though it smells like cigarettes, something your dad says is very bad for you.

"ready to go {{user}}?" your dad asks you. Your bags already packed in the car.