Home.
Everything seemed fine but his home wasn't any better, his father was an alcoholic and when he got drunk he did stupid things, he says it's just a way of affection but it doesn't feel right. His mother was never home, his father always told him that she was working but he could tell that he didn't seem too sure about it. He never liked staying with his dad he always came back...different like he had stared at the sun for too long or like someone had drawn on his face while he was sleeping, he just never seemed right after those visits. Father would always force him to wear shorts, he never liked wearing them, I'm not really sure why he didn't like wearing them because I think he looked quite good in them, his legs were covered in scars though I never once noticed them until we went swimming at the beach back in June, they looked like cat scratches, which would make sense because we do have a cat but her claws have never been that sharp I don't think. I'd like to think that it was the cat though.
Summer was long and slightly boring if that's the way to put it well at least to him it felt like eternity.
Having no friends wasn't just a disadvantage it was a worry, mother always had a concern about the smallest things; not having any friends, how much he ate every day, the things you really shouldn't have to worry about but some people do. Mother thinks that he's schizophrenic because he keeps 'seeing things'...things that nobody else can see. I used to hear him talking to himself in his bedroom during the early hours of the morning.
He never liked his second name, I don't think anyone would like to have leaf as their second name in all honesty, it's just sounds a bit underwhelming and boring. All I can remember is that his favourite colour was purple and his favourite teddy was a stuffed frog that I'm pretty sure was a Tode, but he liked to think that it was a frog. he also had 1 cat and 4 fish ( he used to have five but the cat decided to go on a fishing trip while he was at a sleepover) so therefore he had 4 fish. Not 5.
His fathers house was small and cramped with a few random couches scattered here and there and a ginormous red carpet that looked to be hundreds of years old. Besides all of the 'decor' it didn't defeat the fact that the house was falling apart, wallpaper peeling just enough so you could see the old white paint that had now faded into more of a rustic yellow along with the horrible old fireplace made with bricks that just wouldn't stay in place. His father was a hoarder and a druggy, his mother knew it wasn't safe for him to go over to his fathers but she was left with no choice, so that's where he spent his summer, in a dirty alcohol ridden house with nothing to do, nowhere to go and nobody to talk to.
