Originally written and posted on April 9th, 2012. On my LiveJournal.
Shane sits on the bench in-front of his high-school. It was a hot summer afternoon. Linda, his mother seemed to always be late at picking him up. And he was quite aggravated, by her lateness. He brings his arm up from his side, to check his wristwatch. It was 3:60, almost all of the school buses have since headed out. And Shane had to notice the empty parking lot. Just 20 minutes earlier, it was packed. With parents, and their children. But now it was like a desert. Deserted of everyone. And here he sat. Looking out ahead, for his mother's vehicle. He curses slightly, checking his watch for the up-tenth time. "Were are you, mom!." He stats loudly.
Just then he see's his family's car pulling up towards the front of the school. Shane gets up quickly. Cursing that it was about damn that she showed up. He swings his book-bag from his shoulder. He hangs onto it by the straps. He opens the car-door, not noticing the person sitting in the driver seat. Shane starts bickering, with a few suggestive words. "Were the hell were you, you know how long I've had to sit there for?." He demands, sounds similar doesn't it, I sound so much like my father. It wasn't until Shane sat in the passenger seat, did he turn his head to the side. And saw his father. Shane gulps. Vince looks at Shane, not speaking a word. His eyes told his feelings. No need for words. It was all in his expression. Shane cursed himself in his head, for over-reacting. He had no right to speak to his mother that way, he knew. And he damn sure wouldn't have, if he knew it wasn't his mother he was talking too. But he didn't and he did. He was just always tired of her being late, to everything. Picking him up, his baseball games. Everything. He tilts his side, slightly. He looks down. Vince continued to stare at his disrespectful son. He knew he had it coming to him, once they got home. He just knew it. Damn it, I'm stupid, so stupid.