Sangochan70

            A typical day, my mother wakes me up...I’m not certain exactly what time it is, but I think there’s still roughly an hour before school. I sit at the kitchen table, and she makes me my favorite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes, which is odd, because they’re usually for special occasions, but I’m not complaining. Then I notice something else is different, my father, had he left early to work? I asked my mother but she didn’t respond, oh well, maybe they had an argument, nothing unusual.  As I finish my breakfast, the door bell rings. My mother rushes to answer, I can’t see to well from my seat at the