"TOBIAS! WAKE UP, IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!" My mom yells. Some times I wonder if she has any lungs, my mother the rockstar singer. Which is where I got my talent, stamina wise. My mom is the best and the worst. Now how is she the worst mother you may ask. Well well she's super Steroytypical christen, church on Sunday, prayer before dinner, anti-gay, and anti-trans, the same goes for my dad, but he's never here.
"Coming!" I yell. I close my door and get some boyish clothes on, plain shirt (no pink or people say rude things, but purples still ok so yay), and sweatpants or jeans (but jeans suck). I open my door and walk to the kitchen, I stop on the steps hearing yelling come from my parents bedroom, then a loud crack and sobbing and begging.
I start to walk to the kitchen acting like I didn't hear anything and grab myself some nice cold naked waffles. Starting my run to the high school hoping for something good to happen, as the thought crosses my mind a large object like a shooting star shoot across the sky in broad daylight. I take this chance to stop running to wish on this star.
"I wish for someone to be m-" a car charges ahead fast almost splashing me with last nights downpour.