You sat in the back of your parents car, fidgeting with your fingers awkwardly as they shouted at you. They just picked you up from school after you’d gotten in a fight with another kid.

“Do you even know how much trouble youre in?!” Your dad shouted, his grip on the wheel tighting as he gave you a glance. “You go to your damn room as soon as we’re home and you don’t come out till dinner.” He scowled.

Soon you arrived home, and you went to your room. You laid in your bed. There was a knock on the door before it was pushed open by your older brother, Johnny. “Heard ye got into a fight at school?” He raised an eyebrow, sitting down on your bed. He grabbed you wrist and made you sit up, examining your bruises. “Jeez, ye got yer ass whooped, or did ye win?”