Michael Winchester, son of Claude K Winchester, sat in the principals office at the school that he attended. It happened that he was not there because of something that he had done, no, it was a mistake, he had done nothing wrong but he was just the unfortunate one who was in the right place at the wrong time. He starred down at his watch. The talk between his father and the man with the thick glasses was taking forever!
It was then, that the door behind the chair that he was sitting in opened and the man and his father came into the room. The boy looked at his father through his shoulder length blond hair, though his bangs were getting in the way slightly, he shouldn't have cut them that time he had done so, or maybe he should just pull his hair into a pony tail that way it would look better when his bangs and other hair hang loosely around his face. But he didn't have much time to think about his hair when his father put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Now I understand your concern, Mr. Winchester, but I do hope that with your influence, your son will become less of a problem at our highly rated school." the man behind the desk said, pushing his glasses up to his eyes.
"Yes, I will have a long talk with him when we get home, thank you, Mr. Tanaka, for your concerns and contacting me." K said and looked down hard on Michael.
Michael mearly looked away from his father, down to his satchel and violin case. The burgundy texture of the case seemed a lot more interesting than looking into his fathers blue eyes at the moment. "We hope to see results, Mr. Winchester, until next time, good day." the principal said.
Claude lifted his son from the chair by his arm and dragged him out of the office, it was a good thing that the boy had time to grab his bag and case before being dragged off. The car ride to their cozy little apartment was a quiet one, one that seemed longer than it should have, especially with his fathers crazy driving.
"I can't believe you! I had to leave work in the middle of something important because you had to do something stupid again." K said, after they had entered their home.
"I didn't do anything this time." Michael said, almost glaring at his father. It was true, he was only passing by when this bloody kid was thrown at him, getting blood on him and making it seem as if he was the one who beat him up.
"You said that those other times, Michael, you need to start thinking about your future, stop getting into so much trouble. I don't need any stress from you, work is stressful enough."
"Then get a new job and then maybe you wouldn't be so stressful and be at home more often." he glared at his father and angrily stomped to his room, slamming the door behind him, after locking it and threw himself on his bed, not caring that his violin and school bag landed hard on the bed with him.
The apartment door slammed shut and he knew that his father was gone, back to work and would most likely come home with something to punish him with. Even though he had lied about it in the past, he actually didn't do anything this time. But how could he expect his father to believe him? He had ganged up on a kid before and beat the crap out of him for his money, and then that other time when him and his friend had stolen from that mall... there were countless numbers of things that he had done wrong, but it was all for one thing, the simplest thing... he just wanted attention from his father, he wanted him to spend more time with him, he worked too much and spent too little time with him, that he began to feel neglected.
Hell, he spent more time with that producer than he did with his own child. He questioned himself staying in Japan all the time, but what could he do if he went back to live with his mother? He'd be just as lonely only in a bigger house with less things to do in. He sighed, turning onto his back to stare at the ceiling. Closing his eyes momentarily, it wasn't too long before the boy had fallen asleep.
