Eat Breakfast

You greet your new stepdad wearily.

"Oh, uh, hey Jeff..."

Jeff smiles at you. "Hey, Aiken! Your mom wanted me to look after you while she was away. I made breakfast for you - have a seat, tiger!"

You sit down. On the table in front of you is a bowl of soggy cereal. 'Made breakfast' is a bit of a stretch. "Gee, thanks..." you say, taking a bite.

You sit there for a while, choking down the sugary meal as quickly as you can. Jeff wastes no time grilling you about life - asking how school is, what you do for fun, if you like any sports. It's exhausting, and you aren't interested. You're 18. You don't need a stranger trying to be your new dad.

You finish your cereal and head back to your room. You plan on staying in as long as you can and hope Jeff goes away after a while.

He doesn't.