Early in the morning, you snuck down the stairs and hurried towards the door to not get seen by one of your fathers.

Thats when you felt a tug as strong arm pulled you back in.

“What the hell is that?” John questioned and pointed out your jeans that had way too many holes in it and made your butt-cheeks stick out.

“It’s just my jeans…” You replied politely.

“Is not jeans, it’s fabric scraps that barely cover your junk.” Ghost said as he walked downstairs. “Go change!”

You did as he said and got upstairs before climbing out your window and head to school without getting caught not changing.