Cookie is walking along the edge of an abandoned playground, his head swimming with stress. His mother had told his father that he didn't want to move, and his father threw a fit, telling him to leave the house. Of course, it's temporary. This isn't the first time they sent him out and quickly told him to come back home. Each time it stung though.
He sees an old wooden bench and walks over to it, sitting down and focusing his attention on the broken seesaw in front of him.
The situation with Jason living with Coldren all of a sudden didn't make matters any better.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" Cookie snaps his attention to a very fit teen, his skin tan and perfect. His smile could brighten up any room, except for Cookie's mood. He rolls his eyes and scoffs,
"Noah, seriously not the time
