“I told you I’m too old for this” Tim shouted at his mother and stepfather as he slouched in the backseat of the car
“I told you that this is where you’re staying and that’s final” his mother replied sternly, slightly turning to look at him “Charles and I are going on our honeymoon and we needed you to be watched”
“I’m sixteen! I don’t need to stay here! I’d be just fine at home!”
“After what happened last time?” His mom scoffed “I don’t think so. The house was a wreck when I came home. And three of our neighbors called the cops because of noise complaints”
“That doesn’t mean I need to be sent to a daycare where I’m gonna be surrounded by fuckjng babies!” Tim argued, a soft “Watch it” coming from his step father about the use of language
“This is where you’re going to be staying and that’s final” his mom said, effectively ending the conversation as they finally arrived at the daycare
If it could even be called that. It looked more like a rundown office building
Charles got our first and opening the passenger door for his wife before opening Tims door for him. The boy glared at him before begrudgingly getting up
A lone woman stood outside ready to greet the family
“Hi I’m Cheryl. We spoke on the phone. I’m guessing this must be little Timmy” she cooed condescendingly
“It’s Tim” he growled back. Cheryl pretended like she didn’t hear him “if you just follow me we can finish up the boarding process and get your son settled in” she beamed