"What have I told ya about sittin' in ma chair?"
"Oh rack off! I'm going!"
A brunette teen stomped angrily from the living room towards the kitchen, closing his notebook and tucking it under his arm. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and got some water from the sink, hoping the cold water would cool his temper.
"Honey, you know how your father gets," his mother put a hand on his shoulder as she paused in making dinner.
'Yeah and you just let him treat me like vermin' the boy thought angrily.
Suddenly, he knew if he stayed here a moment longer, his calm would break and he'd be even more despised.
"I'm going to Pal's," he growled, slamming the glass down and marching towards the front door. He grabbed his worn messenger bag and stuffed his notebook inside and was out the door before his parents could protest. Not that they would, they hated having him around almost as much as he hated being home.
He was halfway down the block when he remembered Pal said he was going to Daniel's today, something about finally making his move on that sheila. Good thing his teacher lived nearby.
"Hey Arden! You made it!" the brunette found his best friend perched in the entryway, chatting with a pretty blonde girl.
"Yeah, thought I could write here, home's depressing," Arden shrugged, Pal nodded sympathetically. Arden punched his friend's shoulder and smiled before shuffling past them into the living room. He leaned against a wall before sliding down to the floor and began to pull out his writing notebook when he thought that maybe history homework was a better idea.