When I get home, it’s around 5:45. I watch the rest of the football game. Which still had about 2 and a half hours left considering commercials. When it’s over it’s around 7:30, I put some pizza rolls in the microwave and then I eat them. I have been thinking about quitting football ever since the Cheifs and Rams game ended. I am going to find coach tomorrow and tell him I am not playing this season. Super easy. I finish my dinner or pizza rolls and it’s 7:00. I go for a drive around the neighborhood, and then I spot the hockey arena building lights right on the edge of town and I think of Zach. I’ve only known him one day and I already think he’s cool. Plus he’s better than all my other “friends”, even combined. He is super nice to me, and funny. I drive back home and try my mom, then my dad. Nothing. It’s about 9 when I decide to go to bed. I flipped through the channels of the TV for like an hour because I’m just that bored. Just when I am about to fall asleep, my phone rings. Of course it’s my parents, I quickly flip my light on and let my eyes adjust before I hit accept  “Hey mom,” I say trying not to sound tired. “Hey sweetie. Did I catch you at a bad time?“ Yes. “No, not at all.” I attempt a smile. My dad starts talking. “Sorry kid. We had a urgent business meeting out in California. We will be back in about two or three days. You can take care of yourself right?” He tried to sound genuinely concerned for my well being and safety, but both my mom and dad care more about there job and money then they do me. I was there accident when they got drunk, at where you might ask? A business convention. What a lucky son I am. “Yes. I’ll be fine. I’m about to go to bed, so good night,” I say shutting off my bedroom light. “Night,” my parents say in unison. They hang up and I take a little bit to find the charging hole from the charger because it’s dark. But once I do, I set my phone on my night stand and try to sleep.