"everything you do I can do better" thought Johnny
He always had this "skill" (if you can call it that )for copying wether it was actions or drawings or even voices though voices aren't really my strong point they always sounded odd
When the bell rang he was in no hurry to get back home to his drug addict of a father on his way home all he could think of was which side would his father be coming from the left or the right it was almost like a game a horrible game that ended with him lying on ground spitting out blood for having done something or not doing something and some times he'd get a cigarette burn on the shoulder and that's simply because his father couldn't find his ash ... As his bus slowed to a stop he wished his bus driver would just drive on but as usual the bus driver stopped the bus and so he got up and exited the buss he hates the fact that his house is at the corner it allows his dad to know when he arrives as he goes to the door letting out a sigh he opens the door and prepares for the punch to knock him off his feet but after a few seconds he opens his eyes and what he sees surprises him he hovers there silently scared to make a sound
