I sat with my feet propped up on my table in class, just staring at the clock as the teacher went on and on about the same shit we've been learning since the first semester.
I was a senior, well, in this case, what people called a super senior. I should have graduated last year, but I didn't pass since I skipped a lot of my classes, which made my parents extremely mad, but I could literally care less.
My parents were never there for me, with my mom being a former prostitute and a very active drug addict and my father just being a fat drunk who sits on his ass all day and chugs beers like it's a race or something.
I'm pretty sure he isn't even my real dad, seeing as I have zero resemblance to him and the fact that my mom was a hoe, but he's the only father I knew well enough that I could even call him a father.
The only literal reason we still have the house is because I work two jobs that were nice enough to hire me despite my pretty long criminal record.
I've been to jail for stealing, robbing, petty theft, assault, and battery, but despite my obviously terrible life, I was pretty popular in school, and the teachers still liked me even though I got on their nerves constantly.
But aside from all of that, there were two people who made my life better, and those were my baby brother Avery and my girlfriend Carol.
We both met when I was a junior and she was a freshman. She first started to work at Domingo's, and I had to help her with her training. At first, she was a snappy little bitch, and I didn't like her at all.
But the more I hung out with her and really got to know her, the more I realized we had a lot more in common than I thought. She was the middle child of her family, and her father was pretty abusive, while her mom just sat there and basically let it happen.
