Jason Davenport

I sat in my room staring at the ceiling. I was bored. And there was nowhere to go.

I'd played every video game I had over and over again, I didn't have soccer practice today, and I'd been to Rory's and Greg's twice in the last few days.

On top of all that, Dad wasn't back yet. Not that it'd be any comfort if he was because he'd probably be at work by now.

Contrary to my better judgement, I texted Dad everyday to make sure he was still alive. To make sure he was okay. And so far, it looked like they were having fun.

I frowned....