"Time for dinner!" Mom said while Luke, Lexi, Alex and I were shoveling the snow outside. "Okay, Mom!" We all said, except Lexi. When we went to the table, we waited for George to arrive to dinner. Eventually, He came 10 Minutes later. "H...Hi! I'm here!" George panted. "Hello, Son." Dad said. "Sit down." "Okay!" He said. He sat down, and we started eating. "Lex and Luke, When are you guys gonna go to Kindergarten?" George asked. "In a year." They said. "Cool!" George said. Alex and I talked to each other about the books we were reading until Dad and Mom told us to be quiet. After he said that, we just ate our food, which was salad and a little bowl of fruit. When we were all done, we all fixed the table and took the plates off the table. When we were finished, I went in my room and watched YouTube and played a couple video games on my TV. and after playing video games, I watched some Netflix and watched some shows until I had to go to bed or I felt like passing out. and I also went to bed at 10:00PM. The next morning, It was a pretty normal routine: Eat Breakfast, Pack lunch, Put on clothes and leave the house to go to school. When I got there, I saw Mark and Luca attacking each other and bruising their paws with scars all over them. "STOP IT!" I said, furiously. "What are you gonna do about it, wimp?"  Mark said. I just rolled my eyes and went through their arms like it was Red Rover. When I got inside, I bolted to my first class, which was math this time. I hate math, so in my brain, I was thinking, My day is bad now. "Hello, Children!" Mr. Hippo said. "Hi..." I said. The rest of it and the day was a blur, But I remembered after school. when I came home, My mom was making her lunch while I was doing my homework. My dad came home at the same time as I did though. "Hey, Honey." Dad said to mom. "Hey!" My mom said happily. "Can you bring Lexi here?" Dad said. "Sure." Mom said. She called Lexi over in the kitchen, and Dad started yelling at her. Things like, "Ugh, You dumb little baby 4 year old!" and things that were a lot meaner. I tried not to cry. I could tell the others heard us, because they came in the kitchen being kind of teary eyed. When it was dinner time, I didn't want to eat because I wasn't hungry, but I had to anyway. After dinner, I went to my room and sobbed hardly. I didn't want to see our new dad anymore.  I had enough, but I kept picking myself up from the ground and thinking in my brain, You got this! You can live this! but there was another side to my brain thinking, You stink! You deserve this! So it made me think of my old dad all the time. "STOP CRYING, BABY! You are 17. BE MORE MATURE, NOT IMMATURE!" Dad screamed in my ear. "I.. I'm sorry...." I said. He rolls his eyes and closes the door. After he closed the door, I started texting George about what happened. You'll be good!😀 He texted. Thanks. I texted back. After that situation, I thought of my old dad, all day, all night.