Are you, are you coming to the tree?
They strung up a man, they say, who murdered three
Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
Are you, are you coming to...
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It was morning, and another day in hell- I mean high school. I sat in the kitchen, eating some of my breakfast. When dad wasn't looking, I snagged an extra plate for the special guest in my room. When I finished, I snuck up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room. "Hey, I brought you breakfast." I said, placing the plate in front of him as he sat at my desk. "Thank you, Y/n. I haven't had a meal that smelled this good in a long time." He said.
"Your welcome. Now, I'm gonna be gone for a while because I have school. Just be glad that my dad is working for the rest of the week, meaning that he won't be home, leaving the house to yourself." I informed, grabbing my backpack off of the closet doorknob and put it on. "School?" He repeated in a confused tone.
"It's a place to learn stuff. Basically, you sit in a room for about 50 minutes to an hour, write down an assignment, when those minutes are up, you have to go to a different room to learn a different subject, and only have 30 minutes of lunchtime and then it's back to class until the school day is over. Then, we have to do homework, which takes up even more time, and we have to somehow fit in eating, showering, and chores, which would be leaving us so little time to sleep. And then we have to get up, do it all over again, and the only time we don't go to school is one the weekend." I explained.
"That... sounds terrible. Why would they make it like that?" He asked. "Because some people are assholes and like to make children suffer because they have shitty lives and take it out on us." I said. "Any who, I gotta go. Bye!" I said, closing my door and walking down the stairs again, and sat down on my stool.
Later on, Izzie came down, and Mateo comes down a few minutes later. "Dad, where's my sign-up sheet?" Izzie asked, getting off her stool and stood behind Dad. Pops sets down the pot on the burner, signs the parent signature, and hands the paper, and another one, to her. Izzie runs back to her seat with a smile on her face and gave me my sign-up sheet. I smiled as I grabbed my backpack, unzipped it, and put the paper in there. "Mateo, where's yours?" Dad asked, turning to my little brother.
"Yeah... I don't understand the appeal of having things thrown at you. That's not a sport; it's torture." Mateo stated, leaning over the stair railing, and walked down. "Sheep Week is more than just dodgeball." Izzie stated, stating up on her chair. "Oh, right. There's Tug-Of-War, Capture the Flag, the-" "Sudden death Tetherball!" Izzie finished in a dramatic tone, jumping off her chair to stand on top of the island. I chuckled as I took a sip of my coffee/tea/or whatever you drink in the morning to wake up.
"Why don't you sign up with Cooper?" Dad suggested. "Eh..." I dragged off before shaking my head, taking another sip from my cup, looking to the side. "Right. Uh... Well, you gotta think outside the box. This could be a chance to make new friends." Dad said. "Real friends." Izzie added, jumping off the island and in front of Mateo. "One's that leave you to be cool with someone else." I added once I finished my drink.
