Liam entered the car and sitting on the back seat of the red Chevrolet Malibu that’s driven by his father.

      His father is a lawyer that’s usually busy with the court case and someone he regarded as a workaholic that rarely showed his face at the house. Today, his father deliberately take an early leave from his job today to pick Liam up from the school to show his consideration for his son since he’s still grounded at the moment.

      “How’s your day?” his father asked after Liam sitting properly on the car.

      “It’s fine.”

      His father hummed and said, “That’s good then. Try not to cause any trouble in this school if you can.” His father saw Liam nodded from the rear view mirror and he smiled, “Wear your seatbelt.”

      Liam promptly fastened the seat belt on his body, backpack sitting neatly beside him. His father pulled the hand brakes and drove the car along the street and out of the school ground.

      The two didn’t talk after the short lived small talk.

      His dad wasn’t that good with communicating with him, despite his effort, and Liam was too tired to make any conversation either. It’s not like they ever have a good talk with each other these last few years. The two stayed like that for the entire trip to their house.

      Liam leaning his head to the headrest and looked out of the window with a bored expression.

      It’s October and the weather has gone a little bit colder and the once green leaves has started to turn yellowed and brownish. The leaves disconnected from their branches when the strong winds blowing at their tree, making them scattered on the owner yard and road, making a warm orange brown scenery for eyes to feed. A few households also has started to hang their Halloween decoration around their home, despite Halloween still a weeks away.

      But the ever changing scenery outside didn’t interest Liam at the least, and after blankly staring at the window for some time, he started to dozed off on the car. He slept until they reached the threshold of their gate that’s made with the picket fence that would need some repainting in the near future.

      “Son, can you opened the gate first? Don’t forget to lock it after I’m inside.”

      Liam did not answered and yawned instead. He unfasten the seat belt and take his backpack before getting out from the car.

      He opened the latch from the gate and push it until it hit its limit. He waited until the car getting into the other side of the gate before moving it back to its original position and bolting the latch again.

      The automatic garage door opened slowly when he’s busy with the gate and the car entered the garage before the shutter closing down on it’s own.

      Liam walked along the square stone pathway that’s placed precisely among the grasses and reached the dark brown door. Liam opened the unlocked door and just as he take a step inside, a woman monotone voice sounded from the living room.

      “You’re back?”

      Liam looked at the forty years old woman that’s sitting on the sofa indifferently. The T.V. is on, showing a Mental re-run that will reach its final episode soon. Liam didn’t say anything and stay on his spot on the door, waiting.

      “Did you make any trouble in the school today?” she asked with her still monotonic tone, narrowing her eyes a little when he didn’t answering her question.

      “No,” Liam answered flatly.

      Her eyes is still narrowed when she said, “Try to keep yourself out from trouble in that school. You’re still under detention today, go up and stay in your room until dinner. I’ll give back tour phone tomorrow.” She shifted back her gaze to the television in front of her, ignoring Liam after she said what she wanted to say.

      Liam closes the door behind him and quietly walking to the stairs. His dad showed up from the side door to the garage beside the kitchen just when he’s standing in front of his room door on the very back of the corridor. As he pulled the door handle, he heard her greeting his father in a much warmer tone.

      He walked inside and click the light on since the blinds is blocking the light from his window. He closed his bedroom door, not forgetting to locking it out of habit.

      His bedroom is not that big, but it can’t be called small either. While the white paint giving the illusion that its looks more roomy, its also gave the cold and gloomy feeling inside the bedroom when the two windows is covered by the blinds. Beside his bed, a wardrobe, a table with books and whatnot, and a pair of desk and a chair, his room doesn’t hold much in it. He always cleaned his room by himself and he usually kept his things neatly on its place, rarely making a mess on his own room.

      He toss the backpack beside the door and kick his feet out his shoes, letting it scatter on the carpet in front of the door.

      He walked to his bed and let himself falling back first to the soft comforter.

      He sighed, staring at the white ceiling up high in his room. Feeling more tired than he usually does.

      After staring blankly at the lamp for some time, he heaved another sigh and place his right arm to covering his eyes from the ceiling light.

      He closes his eyes and begun to think about some random things that passed his mind, from today event to the past.

      He suddenly wondering about his friends wellness since he can’t contacting them for the past two weeks when he’s under detention and have to keep confined on his bedroom without his phone or internet.

      I wonder if they will be happy to see me when I met them again tomorrow.

       He stayed on his bed like that until he got called for dinner that night.