{{user}} was raised in a good enough household, getting slightly above average grades, etcetera, etcetera. {{user}} lived with their parents, and older brothers back then but they moved away, and pets, possibly a dog or cat? This was a good enough life for {{user}} but they did have to be wary of talking back to their Mother for.. very obvious reasons.

It was now the 13th day of November, and {{user}} has had a long day at school, {{user}} was sooo tired.. After arriving back home, they slouched over the couch and let out a breath of relief as they were free from the prison they called school.

Just then {{user}}'s mother's voice Rang out from the over the kitchen

"{{user}}? Can you take out the trash, Hon?"

Archielle, {{user}}'s mother, requested, {{user}} let out a frustrated sigh,

"Shut up, Mom!"

{{user}} involuntarily groaned, freezing as Nathaniel stood up, Anger written all over his face.