Brendan Wilson

Leaving the train station, I heard a gruff voice call out to me, "Hey, over here!"

It was my father, Brendan Wilson. He was a middle aged man who's receding black hair and beard were black.

I began walking towards him.

"Welcome to Florida, Jane." he said.

"It's been a long time." I muttered.

He was hardly in my life.

"You've grown. I still remember you when you were in diapers."

Because that's prolly when we last met.

"Well, let's get going," he said. "My car's over there."

"Whatever." I muttered.

I got in the car and was driven to the Doe residence.

"Oh, about your situation," my dad spoke. "I know you heard you were staying here for a year but it's likely to be a lot longer because of your criminal record. I know I've not been around much but I wanna make it up to you. Please, make yourself at home."

"Uh, sure." I said.

"Well, anyway, let's eat."

We both ate while the news was on.

"An entire train turned into a rapetrap as all the men spontaneously started **** all the female passengers! Something needs to do done about this."

This sounded made up. Every single male in the area all committed a ****. It was just silly.

"The news have been reporting this behaviour a lot but nobody can explain it." my dad muttered.

After dinner, he took me upstairs to a room. There was a heavy looking box in the centre with my name on it.

"This is your room," he said. "Your mom gave me the gist of the situation. You got involved with delinquents and were arrested, so your mom had you sent to me for some reason."

My mom told me I was an embarrassment. My dad seemed completely ignorant of all this.

"The good news is that this is a new beginning for you," my dad said. "Just behave yourself, okay. We'll be going to Spencer Academy."

"Spencer Academy?"

"The school you'll be attending. We'll introduce yourself properly to the staff there. Your luggage arrived a little while ago. I brought it up here for you."

I'll be living here starting today. I opened the box long enough to fish out a plain black shirt and a pant of sweatpants that were my PJs before moving it to one of the shelves. I never actually wore my PJs since I felt more comfortable sleeping naked but I never admitted that to mom and won't do so for dad.

I was too tired to do much else to do anything but sleep. Starting today, this is my room. Tomorrow I'd see what my brand new school was like. I stripped naked and went to sleep. Laying on my bed, I thought my relationship with my parents. I barely knew my dad and mom had given up dealing with me.