Noah ran and ran , the usual school bullies chasing after him again, calling him names like 'faggot' or 'little bitch'. He was often chased by the same three boys, Zach, Renner and Isaak. His situation of being unpopular and admittedly short didn't help much, it never really does in highschool, even if Noah isn't the least popular of his school, he's still the main target. Noah was the type of guy to flee from a fight and when he is caught, just let's the people do their thing, it's not like he can really completely fight back considering most of the people who pick on him are much bigger than him.
Noah sharply turned the block 'just three houses down' Noah thought to himself. He quickly glanced behind him, seeing that the three chasing him were nearing to a stop because they knew where he was running off too. Stopping dead in his tracks, Noah fished his own house keys from the belt ring on his jeans. Waiting a few seconds to catch his breath, Noah unlocked the front door, threw his bag on the ground and flopped on the couch between his father and his dog.
"Hey dad, hello little buddy." Noah sighed out, nodding to his father then turning to his dog to pet her(I'll put a picture of her at the end).
"Hmm, could you give the dog some kibble?" His father asked, not glancing at Noah, and being to interested in his phone. Noah sighed at the fact that his father always called Callie 'the dog' and not her real name, but then silently chuckled at the word kibble.
'This is stupid, we weren't even taught this yet. Homework is supposed to be able to be done at home, not to leave someone sitting here wondering what thehellthey're looking at.' He thought, staring at his work. Ten pages of complete and utter confusion. Noah crumpled page by page and threw the thing away, he'll just lie and say he cleaned his binder out and must've thrown it away. 'But I will have to clean my bag and binder, then get a lecture about cleaning your bag after homework'. SLAM. Noah jumped at the loud noise, then smiled wide, his mom was home. His mother was the only one who would care to listen to him. For some reason, by the age of ten, his father mostly ignored him, just asking him to do something or giving him a lecture on how he should do things correctly.
Once Noah finished his science work, he sprinted downstairs. It was about five thirty, so dinner was either done or close to done.
"Hey mom! Did you guys get any new animals?" Noah questioned excitedly. His mother worked at a popular animal shelter. And usually could go.with her on Tuesdays around seven or eight to help out and play with the animals.
"Yes actually, we got a new cat, he's a bit old, but sweet. His name is Tiger and we might foster in soon." His mother replied, putting some last touches on the steak she made. Noah smiled widely, a new temporary member!
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