"1, 2, 1 2 3 4!" I yelled and started drumming. I bit my lip as I pounded on each beat. Man I love this!
"Six Anderson get your ass up here!" My Mom, the awesomest Mom ever, called from upstairs. "Just a second!"
I put my drum sticks down and ran up to the kitchen. "Sup Mom." I said. "The sky is up honey. I want you to run an errand for me. Buy these." She said while handing me a piece of paper.
"Ugh! Fine. Mom where's Dad?" I asked as I pulled my black converse on. "I need his car." I said then fixed my hoodie and shorts.
I put my messy red hair in a messy bun. "He's in his study." Mom said. I know Mom and Dad aren't in lovey dovey terms today. I sighed and grabbed my board.
If Dad is in his study he shouldn't be bothered. I went to the supermarket to do the errand. I wish my life isn't this complicated.
I quited a band because of my Mom. She wouldn't stop crying when Dad got home late and he yelled at her for staying up late.
Dad is a workaholic jerk while Mom is the insecure wife. She thinks Dad is cheating. I think so too. Mom thought Dad was her one and only.
Well reality sucks doesn't it?
