"I don't care Jacob, get your stuff ready, right now!" Andrew bellowed up the stairs, ignoring Jacob's constant moaning.
"Fine, but don't expect me to be happy about it..." Jacob muttered back, slamming his bedroom door shut.
Jacob started packing his bag, trying to make as much noise as possible with every movement. Stood in front of the mirror he spiked up his brown hair, making sure every strand was exactly where he wanted it. He examined his uniform, his shirt undone partway down showing a football top underneath, and his tie loosely hung around his neck. Smirking slightly, he grabbed his bag, and slammed his door shut again.
It was a typical school morning. It was the first day back at school after the summer holidays, and for Andrew the first of many morning arguments to get his two teenagers to school. Jacob was 15, just starting his final GCSE year and Charlotte was 13. Both attended Waterloo Road Comprehensive, a school Andrew was deputy head at a few years previously. Nothing was ever simple with two teenagers, every simple question would somehow spiral into a heated debate. It was going to be another long year.
Andrew walked back into the living room and sighed, rubbing his temple with one of his fingers, his other hand in his pocket. He glanced around the room, his eyes setting on some photographs on the sideboard. He smiled slightly as the memories flooded into his mind. A photo of the first time he held Jacob. Probably the happiest day of his life. His eyes moved across to the next photo and his smile fell. It was him and the love of his life. The one he could never quite make it work with, however hard he had tried. He thought about her everyday, missed so much about her. Her smile, sense of humour, kindness.
"Dad. Anybody there?"
Andrew felt a tap on his shoulder and quickly turned around to see his daughter Charlotte stood next to him, and Jacob waiting in the doorway, still looking as moody as before.
"We going then?" Charlotte asked, pushing a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear.
"Since when did i tell you that wearing make up to school was ok?" Andrew asked, before glancing at Jacob, "do your tie up Jacob, you look a state."
"Can we just go?" Charlotte said, rolling her eyes as she opened the door.
"Yeah... Yeah, lets get you two to school." Andrew sighed, figuring he would sort them out in the car. Taking one last look at the photograph, Andrew shut the door and left the house.