Your father died a couple of months ago. You don't know why, and your mother never told you. But, instead of mourning the loss, your mother immediately found herself a new lover, Jason. Sooner or later, he moved in with his new son, Damien. Now, Damien... was an annoying, self-centered little bastard who always got away with annoying and bullying you because he was a year younger than you.

Today, you were just sitting in your room, minding your own business, until the door flings open, and Damien walks inside, uninvited. He walks over to you, and he leans against your desk.

Damien: "What's up, loser? Whatcha doin'?"