"My son – his fate!"

I gripped my teddy bear as tightly as I could and raced towards the coat closet, my feet pattering softly against the cold wooden floor. Within moments, I was hidden amoung scattered cpats and old shoe boxes. But that mess was my only sanctuary.

It was hard living with a mommy whose eyes turned green when she was having one of her "scary moments." It was even harder being the only 3rd grader without a dad. Most other kids my age were spending their afternoons doing addition, or playing catch with their dads. I, on the other hand, was spending my youth hiding in a closet.

Did I mention the monsters yet? The teachers and the kids all think that I'm crazy. But they are there! I swear! There are big guys with only one eyes and bull-men that was really pointy horns. I try to tell people about them, but they only laugh at me. I hate it when they laugh at me. It just isn't fair! Mommy believes me, but that doesn't mean very much to me. She's crazy. My daddy probably wouldn't believe me, just like everyone else.

My daddy left when I was only a little baby. Mommy still loves him, but I don't know why. She says that he's some Greek god named Hermes, but what does she know? He probably left because she was so crazy. Mommy talks about the Greek gods all of the time. She thinks they're all real. I tried telling my teacher about this, but he only thought that she was trying to teach me about my heritage. But I'm not Greek! Neither is Daddy. Daddy is dead, just like my chances of having a happy family.

"Mr. Cuddles," I addressed my teddy bear. "If I ever meet my daddy, I will make him pay for leaving me with mommy! He made me have an unhappy family and that wasn't very nice! He deserves to suffer in that place that mommy called Tartar sauce. I swear it upon the river made of sticks!"

Even though mispronounced, thunder boomed in the distance. The promise was sealed, along with the young boys fate.