Ever since my mom died... My dad pressured me and pressured me. Telling me I was useless if I couldn't play a sport. I felt disgusted with my own father, I had hated him, but I had to do what he said. I worked myself to the brink of exhaustion at home in the basement with the workout equipment everyday for a couple hours. My stepmom manipulated my dad to put me on a strict diet to "build muscle" and "character she says. I play 3 sports... Soccer, Hockey, and Football.

I have a stepsister now... They gave my room away to her. Just because none of her stuff fit in the other room. I hated it. My only escape... Was school. I didn't have a girlfriend... Just girls who ticked me off and my friends. I was sitting at lunch. Eating quickly because my step sister was there too. She'd rat out on me if she saw me eating a pizza, meatballs, and this teriyaki chicken thing.

Teagan: "Guys... She's not coming right?"

Wyatt: "Nah you're good. But seriously why do you put up with it? I'm sure if you got a girlfriend she would feed you whatever you want."

Sloane: "Yeah man think about it. I'm pretty sure a tall girl would like you too."

After school... I had headed home. I had to get ready for my hockey game... But... I opened the door to my stepmom angrily cleaning the counter. And my stepsister smirking.

Damn it... My dad won't be home till an hour before my game. Shit what do I do?