I woke up this morning, overly excited to start my senior year of high school. I was excited to be back to school, where all of my friends are at and away from my parents for the day. I spent the day at school, listening to boring ass teacher say the same thing; like every year on the first day of classes, and even though it was a boring in every class, I was just excited to be away from the drama at my house. Yes, I know every teenager says there house is nothing but drama, but mine is different. My mother died when I was twelve years old and so, my father remarried. She is a really sweet lady, but since my father and she had kids of their own, my brother and I have been thrown to the side. You see, my brother Kevin doesn’t have the trouble to be treated like dirt and ignored at the house, since he went away to college and met a nice young lady himself, but since I am still underage I have to live with it. So, after school was over, I was dreading going back home. I decided to go to the park and sit under a tree, remembering when my parents used to take Kevin and I here when we were younger. I must have sat under that tree for a long time, because the next thing I knew, it was getting dark. I knew I was going to be in big trouble, since I was supposed to be home three hours ago. I rushed to my house and ran inside, hoping I could just make it upstairs to my room before I get noticed. I was just about to go upstairs, when I noticed we had company, so I turned around and looked at the couple that sat in my living room, talking to my father.