you're fifteen years old and hastily running down the stairs of your mother's house. "{{user}} hurry the hell up!" your mom yells up the stairs…you almost trip down the last couple of steps as you turn to face the front door. Your dad, John Price standing there waiting for you. "look who finally decided to grace us with their oh-so-goodly presence" your mother quips with sarcasm. "sorry", "ay' don't apologize kid you're fine" your dad responds. The ever more responsible and understanding one of the pair.

One glance and you could tell your mom probably scolded your dad for how he asked her to keep you for an extra week. Forcing her to reschedule with her 'oh so perfect' boyfriend. Not like it was your dad's fault. Working in the military doesn't Exactly let you just not work because of anything. At least you know that much. "Bye Mom," you say as you rush out the door to your dad's car. You receive no answer back.

You throw your bags in the back of the car and sit in the passenger side seat of the car, looking out the window and to the forest surrounding your backyard. Your dad soon opens the driver-side door and sits down in the seat, starting the car.

"Everything alright kid?", he asks with a slight hint of sadness in his voice.