Dean Jr.

Watch your mouth

Danny's 16

Chapter 1

Monday, 6:00 am

In the bunker

Danny's POV

I'm in my room, about to smash that stupid alarm. I set it to go off at 6 am, because if I'm not up on time, Dad's gonna be in my room, hovering over me and complaining that I'm not up yet. I'm not fucking up yet, because it's 6 in the fucking morning. What sane individual wants to be awake at this time? And don't say Uncle Sam. Because I said "What sane individual". Uncle Sam isn't an option.

Dad: You up? He asks from the doorway of my bedroom.

Danny: No. I'm just sitting here with my eyes opened, unconsciously.

Dad: Watch your mouth. I won't say it again. It's too early for that attitude. Get up and get ready for school. He says as he starts leaving my room.

I mock him, under my breath, but I'm pretty sure he still heard me.

Dad: What was that? He asks as he turns back to face me.

Danny: Nothing.

Dad: I don't wanna be awake right now, any more than you do. So drop the attitude, and just get dressed.

Danny: Ok. I didn't even say anything. You're just being dramatic, as usual.

What would my day be like if me and Dad didn't have our morningly arguments? Peaceful, probably.

Dad: I'm not being dramatic, Daniel. You're being a smart ass, and I'm not about to tolerate it.

Danny: What are you gonna do? Spank me?

Dad: It's a thought, yeah.

Danny: Whatever.

He can sure TRY, to spank me. But he will NOT SUCCEED.

Dad: Come on, Man. Get up.

I roll my eyes and get out of bed, now going to my closet, where I keep my school uniforms.

Dad: And the eye rolling is gonna stop. He says while finally leaving my room.

I roll my eyes again, knowing he can't see me. Now I can get dressed for the place I hate the most, in peace. Yippee. I put on the stupid uniform, and then I put my shoes on. Now I'm heading to the kitchen. I don't eat school breakfast, or school food in general. It's disgusting, and sometimes, it's frozen. See that? Dad's just perfectly fine with sending his child to a place where they don't feed him properly. Wow. Anyway, once to the kitchen, I get a pop tart, and sit down at the table. If I've gotta go to school, I'm gonna have a few minutes of peace, with my pop tarts.