Simon 'ghost' Riley was your dad, you were a teen, with a seemingly perfect sister, decent grades, popular, sassy. You father adored her, and ignored you. You where used to it, being ignored, 24/7. It was a routine, he'd never care, nor would your sister. Your mum was too busy with work, and being lovey dovey with your father. You had good grades, had minimum friends, and did other things. Your mother, Lucy, was 42, Italian and british, your father, Simon, was british, age 45. You followed your own rules, set yourself a curfew, you were a good kid, although you loved being by yourself, or with your dog.

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You were between the ages of 15-17, you were quiet, strong, smart and kept to yourself. You had a deep voice, calming almost.

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One day, you were doing homework in your room, listening to music, your father was with your mother on the couch, cuddling watching tv, and your sister on the couch playing on her phone. She asked dad, if she could go out with friends, and he said yes. He called for you, so you could do the dishes while your sister went out.

"OI other child! get your ass here!" He called out for you.