It happens every morning. Yelling and then school. Every other day, just to spice things up, there's a slap on the face. Billy looks at his reflection. His hair curls in the front and curls a little bit on the back of his neck. It's a nice dirty blonde. His blue eyes seem electric due to his green shirt and blue jeans. He promised he'd be no later than six thirty.
Billy grabs his book bag and shoes and heads for his window. Billy quickly opens the window and climbs out slowly, making sure not to make a lot of noise. He's a ninja.