Random stuff i write when im not fullt conscious

The humans are like wolves sorta dream

My father is the most annoying, most stubborn man I have ever dealt with. This man just didnt know how to let things go I swear. It was just a normal day, I was laying on my stomach enjoying the feel of the grass on my legs as pants werent required on this sunny day, until my dad decided 'lets go through my childs phone, it'll be fun!' Then lo and behold he wasn't satisfied with the contents which, quite frankly, was naive of him. I left home a while ago and He's lucky I dont yell at him for obvious disregard for my own privacy.
  Thankfully, I'm saved when a familiar scent wafts through along with a body the plops down next exuding relaxed confidence as he always does.
     "Hey, chief."He says completely ignoring the daggers my father is sending him. He merely grins at my passive face and gives my back a pat. My father isn't  happy with this development as he presses as close my side as possible trapping my arm between our bodies with an uncaring or even slightly smug grin. My father attempts to passively remove this man like snide comments of
 'Isnt yours.' Which is calmly countered with
  'Thats fine.'
 Normally, Im not one for physical contact and certainly I'm not the most fond of being this close to someone nonetheless Im glad I'm not alone in this confrontation.  It relaxes me as I get comfortable and watch as he refutes every claim my father could have against me slowly directing the conversation away from the contents of my phone like a one sided game of chess. Eventually, my father gives up though only due to the headmaster calling us back inside. The inside of the school was gargantuan, as we all poured into the meeting room which was really a glorified library I notice he's still following me as he takes the spot next to me at the black circular table next to the two story high green book shelf. This was my usual spot though, he wouldnt know that as he much like others doesn't frequent the library. I ponder this for a moment until the headmaster just taller than the bookshelf walks in with a friendly smile along with his ugly light maroon sweater vest.
  "I'd like to report a student has a Trf-47 on front campus. I feel a shiver go down my back, an experimental gun, that was found where I resided. Eerily the teacher remains smiling, "Thats a nice one you've got there, my boy." He compliments before giving a hearty laugh that shook the table nearly knocking over a stack of books next to me. This does nothing to quench my anxiety. I feel a warm pair of arms wrapped around my shoulder as I feel the world fade, even as I know im gone I stay still just for a few moments to remember  'this is someone who loved me more than anyone else, someone who cared.'