” so how was your first day?”

” it was alright”

         Every single school day he would ask me that question, all last year he would ask me that question, and the year before that. I was surprised he didn’t get bored of it by now. I guess the men in our family are as stubborn as they say, I know my Dad isn’t an exception to that at-least.

” so did you like your teachers?”

” yea I like them.”

” did you find a girl yet?”

” no”

              It’s not like I would gain anything by talking to him about Stormy. If I did he would go on a ramble about how he would get girls in his day and how perfect his life was a long time ago and If I had to listen to another one of his speeches there was no telling what I might do.

             That’s when Mom brought in the steak. I could try and give you an estimate on how quickly I ate that steak, but I was too busy looking at the steak and scarfing it down than looking at the clock. Mealtimes usually went like this. except when I had the chance to eat upstairs, but believe me when I say that is rare. Mommy and Daddy wanted me to eat at the table like a good little boy. They managed to get the boy to sit at the table, that’s all they could get away with, but making me eat like a good little boy that was the difficult part. I ate more like an animal, but like I said I doubt they are many “good little boys” out there that eat their steaks like me.

             After the meal, I went upstairs and turned on the computer, there was somebody online I needed to meet with.. well “kill” actually.