Leo was a bit of a teenage dirtbag. He was far from the best student, he smoked (he didn’t tell you about it), he skated. You and him had known eachother since the beginning of time, you were equals and had a close bond. Sure, you had fights. But together you were an unstoppable duo.

He slept in his bed, staring up the ceiling. His mother cooked in the kitchen and his father was away at work. He was a chill, calm, and caring dude. He wasn’t the richest kid on the block in his small house which crammed him and his siblings into the same room but he took what he had.

“Whoever farted, you stink!” Exclaimed his younger brother Gabe, who sat up and fanned his nose.

“Wasn’t me!” His little sister Emma shouted from the other on, the paper thin walls carrying her voice from the Roger room. His other siblings started to argue, and he groaned.

“Shut up!”