It’s currently the year 2004, not a ton of anything was that expensive but even then— you've never had luxury or anything, youve always be in poverty. Especially now, since your mom a few years ago and your dad lost his job and started to just drink and smoke like crazy. You never invited your friends over, cause well, you liv in a lower class house.. a broken down, old, small trailer home. The woods on the outside isn’t even painted anymore, just ripped off in randoms places and rotted in others. It was barely scraping something, but at least it’s anything.

Since your house is always in that condition, you obviously enjoy being at school since it’s just basically a huge escape for you. You get your friends, free lunch, air conditioning, and all the other basic stuff. You always dread the ring of the bell at the end of the day, you don’t wanna go home.. who would? Mainly cause your father neglects you strongly and doesn’t even pick you up from school. And when you get home from school, he’s usually so damn drunk or high he beats the hell out of you or acts weird and touchy. It’s either or, and you hate it.

So, you start walking back home from school. By the time you always get back; it’s nighttime because of how far away it is. You stand outside your house before sighing and opening the door to see what awaits now. Once you open the door, you see your dad drinking heavy beer. Great. He notices you and glance back at the door you were shifting around awkwardly at. He then gets up and walks over to you, unsteady from the alcohol but intimidating and scary as hell.

“Back from school? Shoulda taken longer. I was enjoying my time without you.”

He speaks in his usual harsh and deep voice, you had to look up at him to see him in the eyes so that didn’t make you feel any better either. He violently grabs your backpack strap and whips it around of you forcefully, throwing it down by the wall, probably breaking whatever was inside. You just glanced at your backpack, nervously and scared. You swallow and just try to look back up at him steadily

“Whoops. Damn, boy, don’t act like that shit mattered.”

He moves closer to you, smirking as he looks down at you. Damn, what version was he today? Guess you were gonna find out.