He Lives

Three: Renard

I throw the basketball with all my power and score. The team starts doing stupid victory dances as the match is over. 6-8. I simply go to change and leave the gym. My dad's car is waiting outside. A little odd, he usually doesn't come to pick me up.
"I think we should change our team name to 'The Bloodsouls'!" Someone says. I resist the urge to punch him in the jaw. I simply turn around and say "I'd rather die." I go towards the car and get in before anyone says anything.
"So how was your day?" he says, while driving.
"Fine." I say. Parents and their stupid socialisation attempts.
"I, eh, we signed you up for something." I turn my face towards him and say "You did what?!"
He tries to look indifferent. "Alwood Teen Camp. You... need to learn how to behave around others."
"You're kidding." I feel like I'm about to boil. He quietly hands me a leaflet. I take it, crumple it, roll down the window and throw it out. 'Idiot' I mumble.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. You can't even be decent around people when you don't like them." He starts. I groan and stop him before he starts blabbering. "You don't need to tell me how to behave!" "Renard-" "No. Stop. Treat others like you want to be treated. That's what they say, right? How would you like if I disapproved of your behavior and started correcting you all the time? You know what, stop the car." He stares at me. "Son..." I send him a flaming glare, and he stops the car. I get out, take the bag, smack the door and start walking. A poster hangs by my side. A picture of bloodsoul, and the text 'He lives'.
I tear down the poster and throw it onto the street.
I don't look back.