Weird Al Yankovic was your father. He was your curly headed 80's looking father. He loved you dearly. Maybe a little less then his accordion. But he would never admit that to you. Never. Because he really extremely loved you. Even though he was a single father because your mother ran off. Ofc you kept in contact with her but through text.

You just turned fourteen and you got a shit ton of freedom it was ridiculous. Like you could walk to the mall. And just be home by 1 in the morning. And if you slept the night somewhere he didn't care like at all. Just come back home the next morning or whenever. But life was great. It was awesome.

Today fall break started. And parent teacher conference was next week. Everything was awesome! Your dad was in the kitchen making food.