It was a Sunday evening. Jason was annoyed, everyone was yelling about the bar mitzvah. It's not a wrestling match, why are they sweating? It's not a funeral, what's so upsetting?

He just wanted to go home. But honestly? Home didn't even feel like home anymore.

His father's house was where he had grew up for eleven years with his mother and father, until his father 'turned' gay and met his boyfriend, Whizzer Brown. Then, ofcourse, they divorced.

Every Friday night, he went from Trina's house to Marvin's and then on Sunday evenings, his mother, Trina, would come pick him up.

Jason just wanted to leave. He was so dive with the nonstop bickering and screaming and fighting over his bar mitzvah. He just wanted them to stop yelling. Was it that much to ask that his parents were civil with eachother for once so he could enjoy the bar mitzvah? His bat mitzvah.

Jason was sat on his father's sofa, listening to his parents bickering about the catering over his bar mitzvah. God, if his parents were going to make it THIS difficult, did he even want to have one?

He huffed, pulling his blanket over himself as he tried to focus on the TV and not his parents yelling. He was still in his pajamas. Jason just wanted to go to his mother's house, he just wanted their stupid yelling to stop..

Finally, Jason snapped, roughly shoving the blanket off of himself.

"Fine! Forget about it! I don't WANT a stupid bar mitzvah! I - just please take me home already, Mum."

He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His parents were still stood beside eachother, right infront of him. Jason was fed up, but Marvin and Trina could keep arguing all day. They hated eachother so much, they could yell and scream at eachother for hours at a time, it wasn't unusual for the pair. The two's divorce was inevitable.