Come with us?

Chapter one

I wake up and rub my eyes, another long night. It's my own fault though, I stay up too late messing around on my phone. I should really stop, I think to myself as I stumble out of bed and into the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and wash my face quickly before heading downstairs for breakfast. As I go to the kitchen, I see a note on the fridge.

Dear Tristan,
Something came up. We're sorry, but we can't tell you what it is. We will be back, promise, but until then you're on your own baby. We're so sorry.
Love, mom and dad.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time this has happened. Sometimes my parents just... leave for a while. They never tell me why and I don't ask. It might be better for me not to know. It doesn't matter anyways, they mean it when they say they always come back.

I make my breakfast—toaster waffles and a banana— before getting dressed. I didn't feel like getting too dressed up, but I still wanted to look nice. I went through my closet and found some of my baggy jeans, and old top, and an even older flannel. I think it was my grandads or something.

I put them all on and looked in the mirror, decent, I thought. I pulled on my ratty vans, they may look a little harsh but they're comfortable and still look good, and grabbed my bag to leave.

I put in my headphones, turned the volume all the way up, and walked out the door.

Time to start a new day.