Jake pov-
Life, it can be dangerous, it can be the point to all of your questions. Like for me ,why did my mom get diagnosed with leukemia?Or why did she die? Or why ppthe judge forced me to move across i to iip my dead beat drunk of a dad? Or why my ex-girlfriend slept with my best friend Theodore? I still have no answers to any of those questions. I do know that I am not very happy I was forced to move from Washington to Orlando, Florida. So now I'm in a mini-van that smells of cigars and bad mistakes. My father is a 40 year old man who works at an auto shop and on the weekends he is usually partying or drinking sizzurp or some unknown alcohol/drug combination. Once the car stops my dad finally breaks the silence." Well Bud here we are" he says in an over exasperated voice." I thought I told you my name was Jake not bud or pal or those cheesy names you used to call me" I snickered." Hey I know its a tough time right now but I'm still your Pop aren't I "?"Yep" I answered "the one who left his wife and kids so he can head nowhere and drink". I hopped out the car and grabbed my bags and my little sister's suit case and headed for my dad's house. The sight of it was quite horrific chipped green paint, tainted windows, and a dusty door. Once dad opened the door he showed us where we were saying I dropped my bag and left .I really don't know why. I guess I decided why stay in a house I was basically forced into. Why was I in a predicament I was forced into? why............................................
