By the time we got to my house it was pitch black outside. As soon as I stepped in the door I knew what was coming. "CAMERON JAMES PARK WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING COMING HOME AFTER 7!?! I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! STUPID BOY!" My mom roared, smacking me on the side of the head. Hunter snickered behind me. "AND YOU TWO!" My Oompa Loompa sized mother shuffled over to Hunter and Andrew. "DIRTY BOYS! WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHERS THINK OF YOU, YOU'RE BOTH A MESS!" she yelled looking up at them and pointing her finger, clearly not aware of the height difference. "Go get yourselves cleaned up and come out for dinner in 25 minutes, I'm making your favorite, sloppy joe with a side of chicken nuggets, the ones shaped like dinosaurs like you requested." My mom is a very talented cook, Gordon Ramsay has nothing on her. "I love you Ms. Park," Hunter walks over to my mom and pulls her into a hug. "Gosh darn it Hunter...you're getting me all dirty...go get cleaned up ya dirty boy!" My mother says in between laughs; smacking him with her drying towel. As we walked back to my room, Hunter turns to me with a smirk on his face and whispers, "Your mom just called me a dirty boy." I roll my eyes and punch him in the arm. "Save it for your pillow, Hunter."
• (I apologize to all my readers *cough*, 3 people *cough* that read this story about how short this chapter is, I promise the next chapter will be way longer- Madison^.^)
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Terror"I try to forget that horrible November day but the paining guilt I feel inside always comes back to haunt me; the nightmares only get worse and worse. It feels as if I'm drowning, all the pills and alcohol in the world will never make me feel bette...
