~Chapter 2~
As our lovely worm dinner comes to an end and mom starts doing the dishes I can faintly hear the garage doors open. It's dad. He usually gets home at 7:45 but apparently he got off early, because it's 7:00 right now.
"Is dad supposed to be home early tonight?" My brother asks before I can.
"I don't know, Josh" my mother calls out from the sink. Josh doesn't have any nicknames in this house, he thinks he too old for nicknames. Even though he's fifteen and acts like a two year old when I comes to certain things. But on rare occasions (usually when girls are around) he'll do this hair flip and act like he's twenty. When he does this I'm thinking 'why can't I have a normal family?'
Suddenly my father walks through the door from the garage and stomps over the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"I got fired"
