Joey sat at his desk bored, thinking. Today is my birthday, and no one seems to care… 15 years of my life, 15 for Pete's sake! Not even my parents care… He wiped a tear, come on Joey... pull yourself together… He mentally slapped himself, and got to writing his song. Then again, his girlfriend had told him to meet her at 5pm in the park. SO he did. He spent a while at the park with her, and eventually they began to make out. It soon became 10pm, and she led him to the high school. "What are we doing here so late?" "Well, follow me." She led him inside the gym, and joey slapped himself. "Oh yea! I have a concert to do today!" Becky giggled at her boyfriend's forgetfulness, and Joey ran onstage. He began to sing his most special songs, trying to make someone notice it was his birthday.
Back stage, Becky smiled, and showed him a paper. "What is it?" "Read." He read it, and fainted. "Uh…" Becky ran to get Aviva, and she laughed. "Oh, the Kratts tend to do that when they're shocked… Chris did that too..." "Well… He's going to be a dad." "Oh, no wonder... Chris fainted when I told him about Joey… I mean, he is only 15." The girls giggled, and Aviva sat Joey up. "Son… And don't think I forgot my own son's birthday…" She smirked, and poked Joey playfully. "Hey..." He chuckled, and hugged Becky. "Congrats Becky…" He smiled, and smirked. "Sorry I fainted..." "Blame Chris." Aviva blurted out, and Joey laughed. "Genes eh?" "They can be so annoying sometimes eh?" "Yep," He chuckled, and kissed her cheek. After they got home, Joey sighed. "I wonder how much of my parents I act like…" "Good bye." "Oh want me to lead you home?" "NO, I mean bye. I'm breaking up with you." "Huh?" Joey looked up, and she slapped him. "You are an idiot, like every boy!" She left running, and Joey remained silent, thinking. My life… I've had enough… fine. I'll do what every singer ends up doing. Suicide. He grabbed a knife, and ran to his room. He drugged himself while thinking some more. Is this what they wanted? They wanted me to die, I'll die. He wiped his tears away sadly, and picked up the knife. He closed his eyes, and his life flashed by as the knife sliced through his chest, and he fainted on the bed, of pain, and the loss of blood. Immediately Aviva came to the room when she heard her son's shouts of pain, and covered her mouth trying not to scream herself. "My son…" She murmured, and Chris walked up behind her. "What's wrong?" "Our son... He committed…" She wouldn't finish, she just couldn't, all Chris heard was his wife's sobs against his chest. He knew aviva was very sensible, and her emotions were told by cries or hugs. This was a tight sad hug, and crying in his chest usually, involved a plea for help. "My poor boy…" Was all he heard, and eventually, Chris peeked inside to see his son too, in the same way aviva had found him. "Aviva… I'm so sorry.." He murmured, but he knew one thing. Whoever cost his son's life, would have to pay….