Sheckler
This project was taking its toll on me.
Phyre's nightmares occurred because of her grandmother's death.
I came back home, with a heavy head.
As I was headed upstairs, I heard mom's call.
"Patrick come down for dinner."
"Mom, please I am not hungry." I said.
"Bring your butt down and sit for dinner." She said.
I groaned but came down, eventually. I placed my fine ass on the velvet covered chairs and flipped the plate in front of me.
It was only Beth, Mom and me at the table as dad was in Europe.
There was fried chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner.
I put a few pieces of chicken on my plate and gulped down forcefully.
"Phyre came here today." Mom said.
Immediately, I sat alarmed.
"Why?"
"She asked you to bring your guitar to school." Mom said.
"I take it to school,
