"I can not believe you, you little brat! This is the nineteenth school you've been kicked out of!" Peter's father says.
"Dad, I tried to stick up to the conniving jerk." Peter replies admittedly. "They didn't deserve to bully my friends.
"Well guess what? Violence doesn't always work," Peter's father says. "I don't know how to break the news to your mother."
Peter's father remarried two years ago. His new mother was filthy rich. And a dirty snob. And an old piece of bone with skin layered on it. Shall I keep going?
"That old dog is not my mother. Nothing could ever replace my mom." He replied. "She's old enough to be my grandmother." "I know you only married her because she was filthy rich. She only married you because you were sexy."
"We will deal with you with when we get back from our honeymoon, Pete," Peter's mom says."
"Shut your mouth, you whore. You've only made my life worse ever since I fucking met you." Peter replies.
Just then, the car goes into complete silence until they reach the gates of hell. (read: the school)
"We'll send you a postcard, Petey!" Peter's dad yells. Then, the car drove off with Peter waiting at the front gate.
"Sh'yeah, whatever." Peter says under his breath. "I can't believe, dad. I thought you were better than this. How could you marry that -? What a fucking phony."
NOTE: I needed to stop this because I have no idea where to start from here. This is my first fanfic. More chapters soon!