(note: if you are expecting good writing, don't. i wrote this in five minutes with the intention of making this the most crackhead shit i've ever written)
I yeeted myself off the train I took home from school. I ran home, eager to lay in bed for hours while listening to emo music. I pushed open the front door and was greeted by my mother.
"I have a friend of mine coming over for dinner, dress nice." My mother said.
"Ugh, fine." I said. Wasn't wearing all black considered dressing nice? Mother's friends were all snobby rich people, I hated them.
I went to my room and changed into a dark purple outfit. I brushed my hair out of my face, wondering why I was doing all this just to eat dinner.
I heard the front door open. Then I heard voices in the kitchen. I could identify my mothers, but not the man's. Yet his voice sounded so familiar.
I left my bedroom and walked down the hallway. I froze as I entered the kitchen. Carl Azuz was in my house!!
