Maple street.

Chatper 1: Morning.

  The soft gleam of the suns beautiful rays  would pierce through the mud stained glass of the bedroom. The rays piercing into the face of a young man, the room around the man was rather, disturbing. A simple plain mattress in the middle of a seemingly rotten down room.  Bugs scattered across the dirty hard wood floors as the young man didn't even have doors to his closet. A simple bedsheet hung against the front door mantle of the boys room, draping down covering where a door is suppose to reside. The rays beaming down onto the boys face, this would cause the boy to begin to slowly sit up, a loud roar would erupt from within the house: "JASON!! GET UP, TIME FOR SCHOOL."
     Jason would wake up feeling groggy and sore, his mattress wasn't the softest. The mattress itself felt as though it was an iron slab. Pushing the thin black blankets off his body as he slowly stood up. Jason stood at a height of 5'6, hes a very stocky young man, Jason has beautiful jet black hair, jet black eyebrows with dark brown eyes that glisten in the sun. Jason was shirtless wearing nothing but his black boxers and white ankle socks, Jason would amble towards his closet, looking at his bare minimum of clothing, he didn't have much. He only cycled through two main outfits which consisted of a white tank top with jean shorts and his black sneakers, or a black tank top, with black joggers matching the same sneakers. Jason huffed for a moment, grabbing the black tank top and joggers, flipping them on as the fabric fit Jason perfectly, Would slip on his shoes, tying his laces tightly. Jason would walk towards his window, opening the window and sticking half of his frame outside, Jason lived in a rural area of his town. Maple, New Jersey.
          Jason would look out his window to see the neighbors already starting to leave their household for work, and kids going to school. The soft chirps of birds filing Jason's ears as Jason sighed, Jason would pull his frame out the window, closing it and locking it tightly. Walking through the 'door' pushing the drape out the way, a few inches in forward- to the left of Jason the spiral old wooden stairwell was seen, the iron railings old and rusted, however, it allowed Jason to peer over and 'spy' on individuals, Jason would hear chatter downstairs as he sighed. Jason began to walk down his upon making it down his steps smoke littered around the area, to the right of Jason was the front door, the front of Jason was the small living room, the living room consisted of a mere medium size box tv with an antenna mounted upon it. A woman would be seen sitting on the teared up, stained white leather sofa. A coffee table in the middle of the living room with an ashtray.  The lady would be smoking a blunt, laughing and coughing as tad blood escaped her mouth with each cough. The blood dripping on the leather couch as the lady would glare at Jason, the lady had jet black hair with gray highlights, her brown eyes sunken in as her fragile body sat there, a tiny woman. She slowly began to spoke. "What are you looking at? Get out of mommy's face and get to school." The lady would continue to smoke as Jason shook his head and walked into the kitchen.
             The kitchen was rather small, a small square table with 4 chairs, bugs scattering across the floor, some crawling in the sink, some crawling through cabinets and some finding their way into food. A rather large male would be seen, sitting in one of the chairs connected to the table, his massive muscular frame is shown as his elbows rest against the table. A news paper opened in hand as the paper covered the mans facial features. The man would be wearing a white tank top, tightly wrapped around his frame and black cargo pants with steel toe boots,Jason would scratch the back of his head.

  "Father?.." Jason would speak.

"Speak with your chest, boy." A low, yet deep and intimidating raspy voice would erupt from the male, a soft growl escaping his lips.

"Father." Jason spoke up, a tad more serious and up front as he awaited his fathers approval.

"Very good. Now." The father would take a pause, flipping the next page of the newspaper as he chuckled. "I bet you want your phone, right?"

"Yes father."

"Alright." The father would stuff his right muscular hand in his right pocket. Gripping onto an old flip phone, he would pull it out his pocket and launch it at Jason, the phone ramming right into Jason's face as Jason groaned of pain, the phone falling down onto the ground as Jason bent down and grabbed it.  The father would erupt into laughter.

"GOD. That's fucking funny, your brother would of easily caught that you greasy fuck, your backpack is outside the door. Get it and get your sorry ass to school."

    Jason would sigh, not wanting to argue with his father he nods and speaks: "thank you father."  His forehead throbbing from pain from the impact as Jason walked out the front door, his army green backpack was opened, spilled documents scattered throughout their wooden creaky porch. Jason would let off a low growl, clenching his fist as he would begin to pick up his documents, slipping them within the confines of his pack, slinging it over his shoulders as he walked down the steps onto the sidewalk, the rural area Jason resides in is not ideal, some houses are half finished, others are spray painted with broken windows, and some are run down. Jason would slightly turn around to face his small, two story home, his house looked and was decaying. Jason would turn to his left and begin to walk down the street, his school was only a mere ten blocks down. The date was June 18th, 2019.