1 Caught?
"...What... WHAT ARE THESE GRADES!!! How do you have an F in every class- even LUNCH! How do you have an F in lunch?! All you have to do is eat- That's it!" My dad took a bite out of a nacho as he was saying the last part.
"Okay I get it I know I'm not a 'fantastic' student but grades are hard to maintain. Even for honor roll students!" I snatched my report card and crumbled it up.
When I threw it into the trash I felt shivers run up my butt to my head. My dad... He used the face... The face I'm afraid of... THE "I'M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU" FACE-
I slowly turned around and I was right... He was staring dead at me and his eyes pierce my soul with guilt. "Umm... D-Dad...? How about we sit down and enjoy some nice hot tea-"
"NO! I'M OFFICIALLY DONE!! I can't handle taking care of you anymore! If you're not gonna take anything seriously here you cannot live here any longer." The words that were coming out of my dad's mouth were unbelievable... There's no way he would kick me out his house... Right...?
Welp- I was wrong. My dad kicked me out his house but he didn't give me my stuff... Just sent me out with nothing, but air in my pockets.
I took a while to process everything, then I finally came to a conclusion... "MY LIFE IS OVER! I'M GOING TO BE A HOMELESS SIXTEEN YEAR OLD- wait a minute... I'm sixteen... HE CAN'T DO THAT!" Once I realized my dad wasn't able to do that I quickly marched straight towards his door and knocked on it like I've never knocked before...
Of course it hurt afterwards.
My dad opened the door with a chilling "WHAT!"
"You can't kick me out at sixteen!" I yelled.
"Ren... The logic in this world does not compute. GO AWAY!" He slammed the door right in my face. I guess he was serious after all... And what was that about logic...? Whatever.
Being the dramatic cliche teen I am... I walked about whining like a drama queen... or drama king...
Several hours have passed and I'm wondering the streets hoping to find something. Then all that wondering paid off... There was a house, and the door open with a sign that said free to rent. I barged in without thinking twice... Because that's the type of idiot I am.
Just as I got in, the aroma of something sweet and scrumptious filled the air. I was drawn to the kitchen and there were three bowls each with oatmeal in them.
They smelled so good that I couldn't resist the urge to take a bite. As soon as I grabbed a spoon, I heard the door close... People... Were inside!
Quickly I dropped the spoon on the floor-
Did I already mention that I'm an idiot...? Yeah... I'm and idiot. LURING the "intruders" to my location. I didn't know what to do. So my brain activated its fight or flight reflexes and I did it...
I...
I...
I.....
I...!
Stood completely still and acted like a statue... Yeah... ANYWAYS!
The intruder or should I say intruderS came into the kitchen. There were three of them. A boy who was tall and two little girls who looked like they were in 5th grade.
They all stood straight in front of me. The tall one spoke...
"...Umm you do know we can see you right...?"
I guess this is the END for the little teenage boy Ren... MAN WHY COULDN'T I HAVE A SMARTER BRAIN!
