Snow in November

Chapter 3:Stupid Chemistry Teacher!

By the time he reached his front porch he was out of breath and freezing. There had to be a least 6 inches of snow on the ground already and it seemed to only be getting worse.

He thought to himself about all the other snow storms they had and this was by far the worst. Maybe the Fae had something to do with all this. It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest.

He walked into the house shaking the snow from his hair and kicking off his shoes. Then he made his way into the kitchen and got to making dinner.

His father would be home very soon, and if dinner wasn't laid out for him when he got there, there would be hell to pay.

After the day and evening he had just had, he was in no mood for that shit.

By the time he heard his dad pull up, he was plating the pasta and garlic bread and setting in his dads usual spot. Along with a small glass and his bottle of jack.

Then he walked back over making up a plate for himself and setting it aside.

As he heard his dad coming in the house he started cleaning up the mess he had made from cooking.

He wasn't aloud to sit down and eat until the kitchen was the way it had been when he started cooking, that was one of his dads rules.

His father walked into the kitchen and sat down without so much as glancing Stiles way.

He started scrubbing away at the dishes.

When he heard his dads fork clatter to his plate he froze, he could tell that his father was angry about something.

"This is the second time this week that you made pasta. I give you $400 a month for food! I think you can make me something a little better then this garbage!" his father hollered out.

Stiles turned to face him, "I'm sorry Sir. I had a lot of homework and I'm still not finished with it yet. I was just trying to make something quick. Would you like me to make you something else?" Stiles asked him, trying to keep the fear from spilling into his voice.

His father picked up his fork again, "No, but I want steak and potatoes tomorrow for dinner! And if I don't have it, I'm going to tan your hide boy! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir."

Stiles went back to cleaning and his father to his plate of food. Once the kitchen was cleaned up he stood at the counter and took small bites of his dinner and waited for his father to finish.

Once he had, he took his bottle of Jack and exited the kitchen. Stiles started cleaning up his dads plate and wiping off the table.

After everything was done, he scarfed down his food, washed his dishes and practically ran to his room, gently closing the door behind him.

He flopped down on his computer chair and let out a huge sigh. He was thankful that dinner had gone over well. He was sure when his dad started on him about the food he was going to get it.

He glanced over at the clock and it was already past 9. He had at least 3 hours of homework to get done before he could even think about sleep.

If it wasn't for the fact his dad checked and made sure his homework was finished each night, he would put it off until tomorrow.