Her

Chapter 1 "Normal Day"

A boy was walking down the streets with three big books covering his face and his backpack full.
Papers were flying out of his bag and there was nothing he could do about it. His dark brown and red shirt was loose and his blue jeans had some small noticeable holes in the front. His brown hair was in his face while he was walking home. If you looked closely you could see the small freckles covering the back of his neck including the light sunburn on his face. His goal was to get home and unpack. He might have a snack before doing his homework. His parents weren't home yet so he might as well take a small break.

Though when he got to the door, how was he going to open it?
So he put his books down and they all fell. Of course. He opened the door it was locked. Of course. so when he looked under the mat it wasn't there. Of course.
"Just a normal day" he thought sighing.
So he went through the back and got it.
He decided to get something from the fridge.There was a note on it. "Dear Joseph, went to the store to get some more food for dinner , will be back at 7. Love, Mom. So all he found to snack on was some French fries from last night's dinner. As he was walking to his room, he laid his backpack down on the floor and then he went to his bed and ate his fries while lying down.

"Well I guess I could do my homework after I take a small nap."So he laid down and closed his eyes. It was 5:00. He woke up and went to get his homework. Then did he realize he left his stuff outside. He quickly got up and ran through the front door only to not see his things. It's gone.
He had not only his homework with those papers and books, but some personal drawings.
He had an issue with drawing at school. 
He would draw even when he was supposed to be listening. He got a few detentions here and there, After school and his grades were terrible but his teachers knew he was smart. His IQ was 110. BUt the students in his school thought he was pretty dumb. So he never talked to anyone.

Just then he saw the clock and, Wait, when did it become seven o'clock!?

He was "napping" for 2 hours? So he just walked inside and sat on the couch in his living room.
His house wasn't the fanciest house but it wasn't the worst. Then he heard knocking on his front door just as he came in. It scared him since who would be knocking at his door at 7?
So he slowly walked to the door as the knocking got louder. He was walking slow and quiet towards the door. The outside light was off and he had no clue who it could have been.
Slowly, slowly and he swung the door open and got behind it just in case they had a gun and was looking for him. He looked and it was his mother's upset face staring straight at him.
"Oh sorry Mom, I thought you were a burglar or something." He gulped.
She only let out a deep sigh, "It's fine I just have a lot of stuff in my hands. Oh and want to have some homemade lasagna tonight? I bought the ingredients for it."

"Uh yeah, sure."
"Well wash up and I'll start cookin'."
"Okay."