I got home pretty late...I wondered if my dad was home?? Just in case,I opened the door quietly.I glanced over to the living room,wondering if my dad would be hungover on the couch.
Sadly,he was there sleeping away,holding his whiskey bottle...I dared not make a sound.The sweat rolled down my forehead,my knees shaking.I was almost there,reaching for liberty."WHO'S IN MY HOUSE...ROBERT YOU THERE!?!"My liberty will have to wait."Yes it's me dad."I shuffled to his sight."You...Robert...I want to....say that...I am..."He knocked out.I chuckled at the sight of his expression on his face.I decided to go upstairs and take a shower.After all,I was in a sewer.I'm surprised that I couldn't smell it anymore.
After that,I went to my bedroom to seek some rest.I got my phone from my backpack.I turned it on;The screen read"Joe's missed calls" HE CALLED 50 TIMES!!! I was shocked to see that he would spend his time to call me!I looked at my clock...it read 2:00 a.m.No way I was going to call him at this time!
I layed back,closed my eyes,and simply entered a deep sleep.
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The Last Straw
Teen FictionA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
