"Chase William Davenport, I can't believe this. You're in so much trouble." Mr. Davenport growled as he dragged me by my ear into the house. "Ow! I didn't do anything I swear! Please just let me go!" I cried. Mr. Davenport ignored me and just pushed me onto the couch. My family stood confused by the stairs. Bree, Leo and Adam came home right after school, but i had to stay for detention. "What's going on here?" Tasha asked. "We have a new bad boy in our hands. Chase pulled a prank on a teacher four times in a row." "Awesome!" Adam shouted with glee. He smiled at me and I smiled back, happy that I made my brother proud. "No, that is not awesome. You glued her to her chair, hacked her computer and changed the date of a test, hung a picture of her with a mustache on the board, and rigged her phone to zap her every time she turned it on." By now, his face was as red as a tomato. I thought steam was going to come from his ears! "Don't forget about the beehive in her car." I reminded him. He glared at me and I sighed. "In my defense, she gave a 99% on an essay just because I wrote it on notebook paper. I know she told us to type it, but she should be glad that I even did it. Isn't that proof that I actually did it? And don't get me started on how she gave me an hour long lecture about how I need to pay more attention. She should know by now that I don't ca-" "Enough!" Mr. Davenport yelled. "Honestly Chase, what is going on with you? I would have never thought that this type of behavior would come from you. First you've started to listen to rock music. Then you've been playing your guitar and drums way too loud. Where did you even get those from?" "I know this dude that owns a music shop. He is so cool." I smiled. "Really? Could you get me a guitar?" Adam asked. I nodded and was about to tell him where the music shop is but Mr. Davenport rudely snapped at me. "Chase, you're grounded for a month. You are so lucky this is your first time getting in trouble because I would grounded you for two months. Now, go to your capsule." This is so not fair. When Adam pulls a prank or throws me around, he doesn't even get in trouble. Mr. Davenport doesn't even acknowledges it. But when I do the same thing I get punished for a month. That doesn't make any sense and I'm the smartest person alive! Who does Mr. Davenport think he is? He's not even my father. Douglas is. "You are an idiot if you think you can tell me what to do. You aren't my father. Therefore, you can't tell me what to do." Shock flashed over everyone's face. "Yes but you live in my house, under my roof, so you follow my rules." We were now in each others face. We were both angry and we were both sick of each other. "Well maybe it's time I leave and live with my real father. At least he actually cares about me." That was the last thing I said before taking one more glance at what was once my family and stomping out of the door. And nobody dared to stop me.