Lost Cause (Tyler Carter)

Chapter 1

"All you have to do is come in class, sit down, do work, and leave! It's not that hard!" My English teacher, Mr. Jansen slightly yelled. He rants a lot, but you can't blame someone for ranting when they get nothing but disrespect from ignorant teenagers. Oh, and can't forget about the low amount of money they make.

It was quiet for the rest of the thirty minutes we had left in that class, then we'd be out for the weekend.

The bell rang loudly, but out of tone because of how old it is. It's as old as the school itself; ninety-five.

While in the hallway, I ran into my best friend, Michael.

I approached him and curved my lips into a slight smile. "What are you up to this weekend?" I asked.

"No idea." He said. "Might hang with Sara, I don't know.

I nodded. "I'm not looking forward to being with my family all weekend."

He frowned. "Why?"

"You know why." I groaned.

He inhaled and exhaled loudly. "Still arguing a lot?"

I faked a chuckle. "You have no idea."

"I'm telling you, Tyler," He said. "you need to get outta' your house every once in a while and get away from it."

I shook my head. "You know I can't do that."

I really don't have a practical reason as to why I can't get out of my house on the weekends. I just don't want to because getting out of the house means interacting with peoole. I'd rather smother in my loneliness than do that.

I walked home from school, since we live just down the street.

I got home and turned on music while I did my homework, so I wouldn't have to worry about it during the weekend.

About three hours later, I heard someone downstairs and I assumed it was my mom.

I stood up and went halfway down the hallway to make sure it was her. It was and she glanced at me standing in the hallway.

"Hey, son, how was school?" She asked.

"Uh, good." I said. "How was work?"

"Fine."

"Where's dad?" I asked. "He's usually home by now."

"Uh," She started. "he had to work late."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He never has to work late.

I shrugged it off because maybe he did get caught up with something.

I went back into my room and before I knew it, I heard arguing downstairs.

"I'm seventeen, stop treating me like a two-year-old kid!" I heard my older brother yell.

"Stop treating me like shit!" My mom yelled back. "If you can't live under my rules, then you can get the fuck out of my house!"

It was silent for a moment, then I heard my brother yell; "Fine!"

That's when he came storming into our room. He ripped a book bag out of the closet and started shoving clothes in it.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I said.

He glared at me. "I'm sick of them."

"You can't just leave." I said.

"Why not?"

"I'll be stuck alone with them." I said.

"It's not all about you, Tyler."

"Okay, sorry about it." I said. "Where are you even going?"

"My dad's." He said.

I didn't get any more words out of my mouth before he was out the door. I saw through the window him getting into his car and speeding off.

I hope he decides to come back because I don't think I'll be able to live alone with my parents.