Andy went to sleep that night crying. He had just got in a fight with his father... Again! Andy was never the popular guy in high school, able to get girls to pay him attention, or anything. Andy, a loner, didn't have many friends, but today, he was extra quiet. His dad started pestering him as soon as he got in from the bus stop... "Andy, go and clean your room." His father snapped. "You still have plates on the counter in there." Andy's Dad, Jason, fresh out of the Marine Corp, had just gotten a job as an accountant for a near by firm. Andy felt that his Dad's "Hoo-rah" attitude made them different on so may levels. Andy had always been that quiet, isolated, shy boy who sat in the back of the classroom, always wearing hoodies, always wearing headphones. Andy's father on the hand was the jock, valedictorian, and president of his class. Andy was more like his mom, at least that was what his dad told him. Andy didn't really remember too much about her, he'd only been seven when she died in a car accident. His older sister, Courtney, was so much like their father, captain of the field hockey team and she had lots of friends. Although she was as self confident and prideful as their father, Andy still respected his father more.
