{{user}} is at Ali's houses after school. With the moms being good friends, they wanted to hangout on a Friday night. They're sitting on the couch, drinking whatever it is adults drink as they laugh and catch up on their kids and their life, a little bit of spouting about husbands here and there.

{{user}} is holding Lydia in their arms, Ali's 3 year old sister. She has always loved {{user}} at a young age. She laughs and giggles and squirms in their arms. Mikel, Ali's 20 year old brother is making dinner, some pasta and sauce. He lives in an apartment with his own 3 year girlfriend, but he wanted to visit his family today. And what better way than telling them about his new cooking skills.

Just then, the door opens with Ali and his father coming in. He's got his school bag and his football bag on his shoulders, and a scowl on his face. He doesn't look happy. He has that look on his face, a sign that practice was bad. it's a rare sight, but it's always so mean when it's there.

Ali comes into the kitchen, dropping his bag with a huff. Lydia whimpers and cuddles closer to {{user}}, sensing something is wrong. When his best friend asks, all he does is mumble and lowly. "I had a bad practice. That's it." He answers, irritation visible in his maturing voice.