An eight year old Beck Oliver ran into the house, to show his father a picture that him and his best friend, Tori Vega, made.
"daddy! Look what Tori and I…" Beck looked, and his father was pasted out in his chair.
"Daddy! Wake up!"
"What!" screamed his father, waking up
"I wanted to show you this."
His father walked by him, not even looking at Beck. He was swaying back and forth.
"Walk a little straighter daddy." Whispered Beck, under his breath
Beck's dad is always drunk, and never has time for Beck. He disappoints Beck, because his father is supposed to lead Beck. But Mr. Oliver isn't doing a very good job.
*Ten Years later, at graduation*
Right before graduation started, Mr. Oliver swayed in.
"Great." Breathed Beck
"Oh my god." He heard someone said "look at that person."
"I feel so bad for the kid of that guy." said someone else
Beck looked and saw Tori looking at him.
"I'm so sorry." She mouthed "for you."
"It's ok." Beck mouthed back
They smiled.
Right before they called Beck's name, his dad walked out.
"I'm not surprise a bit." Beck thought.
If Beck for sure about one thing, he will always be there for his kids, they will never have to say 'walk a little straighter daddy, you're swaying side to side, your footsteps make me dizzy, and no matter how I try, I keep tripping and spuming, if you look down here, you'd see, walk a little straighter daddy, your leading me.' Beck would never let that happen. Never.
OK this is a little one shot I made. If I was you, I would listen to 'walk a little straighter' by Billy Currington to get this story.
