Headlights

1. Welcome to California!

11th of April 2011, 1:20 pm.

"Oh Mom! Where's the sweetie toilet?" - I asked with a hesitation on my face as I have to fucking piss.

"Go find yourself, love, I also don't know" - Mom replied.

"You kidding me? Ma!" - I replied with a comparatively louder voice.

I was searching all the way up and down the house; My mind was filled with piss. After 2 minutes passed, I finally reached my destination, The 3rd Floor. The toilet was at the third floor & I was like 'OH GOD WHY?'. I quickly went in, pissed, and came back with a truck load of relief. I went downstairs to the 1st floor for lunch. I was waiting for the lunch, while that I saw a book shelf, but didn't liked reading books, so I just ignored.

The lunch was ready. A mouth-watering lunch was on his way to my table to get eaten, yeah! By the way I loved food as hard as gaming, as hard as playing baseball, but not as hard as I loved my idol, Eminem. He's a rapper, let's focus on food first.

"Hell yeah." - I murmured as the tummy was full.

I went exploring my new home, but at the same in my mind there was a big question 'Will I be able to make friends here?'; I replied to myself "God knows, huh!".

I quickly chose my room, at the 3rd floor. Just as according to the fuckin' toilet there, well there was a toilet at 1st floor too but I later realised it. I started to unpack my shit there. An Alienware, I loved gaming; my baseball kit, I loved it too; my pen drives, hard disks, for information I am too a geek. I unpacked my other stuff there & went down in search of Mom & Dad. They were too settling there things in their room at 2nd floor. I got a peek & went back in my room.

I was thinking that this is my home, my new town, I will have to go to a new school, I don't know how the kids there will be, well, and I'm 11. Questions like this bubbled my mind. At the end my 6th standard will be good, I guess. - My thoughts processed.

The day passed quickly and boringly. I had nothing to do.

The night approached.

"Dan, go to sleep fast!" - Dad said.

"But it's only 9 o'clock Dad." - I replied in a requesting manner.

"Tomorrow's your school, Kid" - Dad said.

"What! Tomorrow? I'm new here, I should get at least one day leave, Dad." - I exclaimed in trouble.

"Bad luck, Kid" - Dad said softly.

I sat on the sofa with a dead expression on my face, quickly stood up, ignored the surroundings, went ahead to my room & slept to express my anger in front Mom & Dad. Nothing mattered to them.

The next day...

"DAN!! Wake up!" - Mom shouted at me.