Another chapter, so this focus on his uncle, so enjoy
Dyson's POV
After I had woken up and argued with my uncle, I got up and worked my way to the bathroom. I felt as if my whole body gotta fall apart piece by piece with every steps I took. Made it to the bathroom, I quickly turned on the valve and splashed water on my face.
"ARE YOU DONE UP THERE? BECAUSE IF YOU STILL SLEEPING AGAIN, I WILL DRAG YOU DOWN HERE." I could sense his anger and impatient in his yell so when I finished brushing my teeth, I yelled back at him.
"Just hold your horses, I'm almost finish just wait down there" With that he finally shut up, I got out the bathroom and went straight to my room.
As I was looking at my mirror to see if I had been properly dressed with my grey sleeveless shirt imprinted with my favorite band logo Linkin Park patched with a grey hoodie, my black jean with bunch of different arrows design and fortunately none of them was pointing to my crotch and finally ended in my black converses with flaming eyeball design. Looking at myself, I remembered how sad my friends was when they had heard of me leaving London so they gave all of this as goodbye gifts to remember them and the childhood I had back there.
"ARE YOU DONE YET UP THERE? BECAUSE I'M BORED DOWN HERE" Now that one of the reasons why I hated him because he was so childish that everything took so long to do, he would whine on and on just to annoy people and I knew why my dad hated him.
"I'm coming down, just hold your horses" I yelled back at him as I finished packing my bag and headed downstairs.
Upon coming down, I saw him sitting and tapping his foot impatiently. He was wearing a black and white checkerboard shirt causing me to nauseate and one other thing I wanted to vomit was the kilt. He said that wearing the kilt was the way to show your manhood but for all honesty is was just disgusting to look at with those hairy legs and finished with his red sandals. If I had been a fashion police, I would have jailed him for sure.
"You are late" I looked at clock as it read "6.40PM".
"You do know that school won't start still eight" I lowered my voice so as to ease his anger down after our arguments
"You don't want hooligan like you to waste those precious time" And I did mention how wise he with his advices but I neglected all of his advices because some of them were boring to listen to.
"Whatever!" As I walked up to the table, sat down and ate my breakfast which was scramble egg and bacon while he was staring at me and it was unnerving.
"Where's Harley" I asked after I had finished eating my breakfast and he was still staring at me but literally he could win a staring contest unconditionally.
"She's in the garage, what you need it for?" It took him a whole minute to snap back and answer me.
"Dud to get to school" I replied as he handed the key to me and as I stood up, he again giving me his 'advice'.
"If there's even a scratch on her, you will walk your way to school ON FOOT!" And I meant 'advice' as in 'death threat' due to my-ahem-midnight bike racing addiction back in London.
"Whatever!" I replied back as I went to garage to take Harley for a ride. And she is not a human but rather a Harley-Davidson VRSC which he kept her intact for so long and who knew an old man like him would paint her in a beautiful fiery red color with the company on it.
As I was about to leave, I forgot one piece of my clothing: my black jacket. It was designed just liked my jean with arrows on them but of course it wasn't imprinted "I'M WITH STUPID" with an arrow pointing at me and I customarily designed it myself. I originally thought that I would have gone back to the house and took it but the old man beat me to it.
"You forgot your jacket here punk" He came out of the door while holding my jacket, quickly walked to me and handed me the jacket.
"You and your sick fashion sense" He asked with a big frown forming on his face and I would probably guess that he wasn't pleased with what I wearing.
"Okay grandpa, there're two things about my 'fashion sense' that you called. Firstly, it's none of your business to tell me what to wear, old man. And secondly, these are my friends' gift given to me before I left London and I won't allow you to badmouth them or any of their possession like that, okay grandpa?" He gave me a death glare and stormed back to the house as I started the engine.
"Well I gotta get to school then. Bye old man" No sooner had I spoken then he slammed the door shut.
"That grouchy old man" As I looked at the house again and then rode off to school.
Being here and living with that old guy was just but annoyance for me liked c'mon I had been living with for two weeks and already we had problems. I missed all the good times back in London with my friends and family but who knew what would happen when I got to school.
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