Zane slouched against the back fence of his house, staring at his phone while the sounds of his parents arguing echoed from inside. He wasn’t interested in hearing the same old speech about how he needed to shape up. Honestly, he didn’t care anymore. He kicked a rock across the yard and rolled his eyes, already anticipating the next lecture. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered under his breath. “Like that’s gonna fix anything.” He sighed and checked his phone again, trying to ignore the mounting tension. you can be who ever you want to zane.