Chapter 3
After eating some Thai with my mom I went into the family room and put in Grand Theft Auto. It's sad; the most action I get in my life is through a video game.
After about 40 minutes of Playstation, I noticed my dad was gone for a long time. Where could he have been, he's never out this late. I walked into the living room.
"Mom, where's Dad. It's not like him to miss Thai"
"I called your father, he said he would be home soon, some problem with the boy, nothing to worry about … I hope"
"Ok well I'm gonna head off to bed"
"Okay honey" she kisses my cheek. Yuck
I walked into the room. Let's see, ummm… television? No, it's Saturday… um … comics, no did that.
As I was going through my wide options of things to do, car lights beamed through my window. Father's home. I walked over to the window, and saw my dad talking to someone, but I couldn't make it out. Does my dad have an imaginary Jewish friend? I thought only I had those.
He walked out, and soon after, the passenger door opened. A boy in a black jacket walked out. Is dad bringing home convicts? I ran downstairs, and was about to enter the kitchen until I heard my mother yelling "you brought him home?" Time to go back upstairs.
I put on the TV; oh "Family Guy" is on. I was going to stay up and wait for my dad to call me downstairs, but before I knew it I was falling asleep …