John sprinted down the street, with a piece of paper folded up in his hand, not minding the weight of the backpack on his back or the shoelace that can never seem to stay tied. The sun beamed down through the tall ponderosa pine, the grass still wet from the dew left the night before. It was a strangely nice day for April. His house appeared on the horizon, a tall manor with natural pine wood and river stones, a three car garage and a pool in the backyard. He excitedly dashed up the driveway and through the front door. The smell of cookies his mother must’ve made filled the air.
“Dad! Dad, guess what?”
He ran to his father who was laying on the couch, the remote in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
“Dad look!” John said, unfolding the piece of paper to reveal a spelling test.
John’s father, Bill, was a high level official for an association known as The Outward Expression Bureau or O.E.B for short. He and john’s mother, Mary Jane, were the premier spokespeople for civilian rights of speech and agency. Sadly though, being the saviors of modern speech comes at a price. Bill became an alcoholic, drinking on and off the job in order to numb the stresses of it all. Though, somehow managing to remain professional in the public eye throughout. Mary Jane, after being hospitalized by a failed assassination attempt, became addicted to a number of opiates and opioids, specifically Heroin and Morphine.
“I got one hundred percent on my spelling test!”
Bill, seemed unenthused; in fact, rather irritated that John was interfering with his crime drama. “What are you talking about?” he growled.
John climbed up on his lap and flashed the test in front of his father's face. “I got an A,” the smile on his face still glowing and big “Aren’t you proud of me?” Bill, still annoyed that his son was interrupting him, snapped. “No, I’m not proud of you! Now can you please leave me alone?” He shoved John off of his lap and then took a long gulp of whiskey, his eyes never leaving the TV set. Drops of the golden drink splashed off his face and down his shirt. He took the bottle away from his mouth and continued intently watching the tube.