"Andrew, get your ass here now!!", screamed my father. I stormed out my room and hurried to the kitchen where he was at. Upon entering, I saw my pops holding a yellow-letter and instantly knew what it was. "What the hell is this shit!?", he yelled. I was petrified; my eyes firmly locked at his ferocious gaze. "I-I don't know..", I trembled. "You don't know, eh? How about I read it to ya's. To the Parents and/or Guardians of Andrew Vermont Sawers, As a result of recent activities and damage directed towards the student Richard Arlington, including but not limited to concealed weaponry, your child is considered to be a clear and present danger to the school. Therefore, according to policy 1218, your child is hereby notified that he/she has been administratively expelled from Wesley County High School effective May 7, 2010." A punk at school thought he could talk shit behind my back and I decided his ass straight. I knew pops wouldn't take that though. I started to panic, "L-listen. I was jus'-" He cut me off and violently slapped me in the face with his large hands. The slap was strong enough to cause me to collapsed against the counter. He swiftly balled the letter up and threw it at me. "SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!", he screamed while savagely kicking me with his strong foot. "Concealed Weaponry!? I fuckin' raised you better then that, boy!". This "concealed weaponry" was nothing more then a small pocket knife I carry around in my back pocket most of the time. It wasn't like I was going to stab the guy or something. He turned me over with his leg and spatted on me. My father's blind fury haphazardly caused him to began coughing uncontrollably. I used this chance to situate myself and ran out the back door. "Get back here, boy!! (*Cough!) I ain't done with you!", he coughed.
I strangled down the entire block and stopped at the corner for some air. I clenched my waist and crouch hoping it would relieve some pain. "Damnit..", I thought. Pops wasn't always like this. When mom was alive, us 3 use to enjoy going camping and fishing together; playing mindless board games at nights and just generally having a good time. Sadly, she died of cancer when I was 8, and since then my ol' man hasn't been the same. Him being laid off a year ago didn't help either. I started tearing up thinking about the past, how me and him always used to go swimming together during summer, how we use to wrestle during the night and fall asleep across each other stomachs, how we used to play pranks on the old lady across the street... I stopped on the sidewalk and begin to realize how childish I'm acting. Here I am, 17 going 18, and still thinking about these petty old things. I'm practically a man now and shouldn't be dwindling about kiddy shit. I pulled out my wallet to view my driver's license and ID hoping it would satisfy myself. As I closed it, an old picture of me, mom, and pops fell out from one of the pockets. I picked it up and silently beamed closely at the nostalgic photo. Heheh, my pops looked so goofy carrying me on his knees like that; Mom trying her hardest not to laugh. She evidently did though. I can still remember that loud laugh of hers to this day. Hmph, who am I kidding? I really wanted those days to last forever and looking at this photo only proved it. That's right, "I.. I.. I.. want my dad.", I mournfully cried. To hug him again when he came home to work, to watch sports together all day in his lap, to love me and be proud of me as his one and only baby boy. I wanted his old self back so bad.
"Hey! You okay there guy?", said an unknown voice. As I wiped away the tears I turned around and saw a busty and fine looking young woman. "I have a tissue here in my purse if you need it.", she said. I sniveled and started to blush from embarrassment "U-um no I'm fine, babe.", I shuddered. "Ahahaha, to think I would find a tough guy like you crying there eyes out this late at night!", she laughed. "Did your girlfriend dump you or something?" "Tch, No.", I sneered at her and nonchalantly put my hands in my pocket. "Go buzz off babe. I'm kinda pissed at the moment." She approached me and started pinching my cheek. "Awee.. does the big boy miss his papa wolf?", she joked. Judging from one of her previous questions, I thought she didn't hear me. Guess, I was wrong. I shaked my head and stepped back. "Ha! What chu talkin' 'bout? I-it's nothin' like that!" "Heheh, simmer down there guy. I'm only playing. If it make you feel better, would you care to follow me to my shop?" "Shop?", I retorted. "Naw, I ain't into that fashion and makeup shit." "Rrm.. No, it's not one of THOSE shops. Come on, It's just around this corner." Curious, I decided to take her offer and follow her. Who knows? Maybe I can get some of dat ass while I'm there.