Once again the groups of kids walking out of my school, Windland high school, stare and clear a path for me. I look down at my black converse and black jeans and I groan. I'm wearing all black and grey again. I'm not really helping myself am I? I continue down the stairs and down the street to my house. My mom has left the door unlocked again, indicating she had to go back to work. I go inside, lock the door, and go into the kitchen to eat some chips. THUMP! I jump from the sudden noise, then laugh.
"Did you fall again Jeb?" I yell.
"Yea." Jeb yells back
Jeb is my stepdad, well more like my real dad. My biological dad left the day after I was born and we haven't seen him since. Jeb is cool with me, he's nothing like how people usually describe step-parents.
" Do you want your usual?" I ask.
"Please!"
I open the fridge and grab two beers for Jeb and myself. THUMP!
"Quit falling!" I yell as I walk upstairs. Jeb kicks open his room door and I make my way in, finding Jeb trying to hang a flat screen to the wall.
"Here." I say, holding out a beer. He takes it and turns back halfway, but looks back at me.
"You're going to drink that?" He asks.
"Yea." I say as if it's an obvious answer.
He shrugs, opening the can and drinks it. I do the same and sit on the bed.
"So, uh...mom went back to work?"
"Yep."
I take a sip of my beer and stare at the wall.
"Are you going to help me or do your homework?" He asks.
I blink and look at him.
"Do my homework..."
"Ok. Give me the beer. I don't want you spilling it on it."
"Fine." I put it in his outstretched hand and he puts it to the side. I finished about half the page without thinking, then I get to a hard question.
"3(3/6x)-4=y" I breathe deeply and put my homework up. Ill just get a kid to do it for me. I finish the rest of my other homework and lay down, falling asleep instantly.
"Open you're eyes my son." Someone says in a raspy voice.
I try to look around, but it's pitch black and I can't see anything in the dark.
"Who's there?" I ask.
"It's me.. Your father."
As he says 'father', I laugh.
"Father? The only father I have is Jeb."
"That's not your dad. I am."
"No. A man who walks out on his family for fifteen years is not a dad. Who are you?"
"I told you. Sin, you must open your eyes."
"If it really is you, I don't want to see your face."
The ground rumbles from beneath me as if it's breaking.
"Don't wake up Sin! Don't.."
My eyes open and I look around my room. There's no sunlight, indicating that it's still early. I take my phone out and the lights blinds me for a second. My eyes adjust and the numbers 3:32 show. I groan and burry my face in my pillow. I go back to sleep, but I wake up again at 4:47 so I decide to take a shower. Once I turn on the hot water and step under it, I lose my drowsiness. I stare at my birthmark that's on my arm. I don't think it's a birthmark, but I don't know what else to call it. I looks like a box with triangles on each side. I shake my head and finish my shower. I dry myself and get dressed in black jeans, black converse, a black muscle shirt, and a red hoodie. By now it's almost 5:10, so I grab my back pack and go downstairs."I'm leaving!" I yell so my mom and Jeb know to get up. I walk outside and close the door. It's supposedly a hot, windy day, but to me it's just cold because I'm always cold for some reason. Kids are making their way to school and I join them, but of course they clear a path. I hurry into the school and go to the gym. There's a room with punching bags and mats on the floor with other machines to exercise with. Taking my jacket off and putting gloves on, I begin to punch a bag.