“Jack! Come down for dinner!”

I sighed and pretended not to hear her.

“Jack! I said to come down!”

Argh… I wish Bill Gates would adopt me. I look over at my Xbox that I don’t play anymore. I see a pair of dirty socks next to it that haven’t been picked up in a week. Putrid and gross? You bet.

“Jack! This is the last time I’m going to call for you. Come down right now!”

You’re probably thinking why my mother sounds more like a witch than a mom. Well that’s how she’s always been since I was six.

I finally go downstairs and sit next to my father who’s reading the paper and see my mom staring at me.

“So how was school today?” my dad asks.

“It was okay. I did well on my spelling test.”

My mom only glared at me.