Richard dropped me off at home later that evening after we sobered up. I was beginning to get used to the side effects of drugs and drinking. Something I never did before.

I made my way inside, realising how silent it was. My dad's car was in the drive. Hmm. I walked upstairs, down the hall, to my room. I screamed when I flicked the light on to see my parents sitting on my bed. Angry looks on their faces.

"What are ye doin in my room??"

"George. Explain."

"Explain what?"

Oh god.

"This!!" My mum shouted, making me jump, and holding up an ashtray full of cigarettes and spliffs. I looked down.

"I...It's nothing mum.."

"Really? Nothing. Fine okay nothing. So my son isn't doing drugs?"

"It's just smoking. I mean atleast I'm not shooting up or anything like that."

"Drugs are drugs son. Also explain to us why we've gotten a letter from school, explaining your absent issues? Skipping classes?? Does this have anything to do with these friends you've made!?"

"They're not bad people dad! It's not what it seems like!"

"Then please, paint us a picture of what were missing here." Mum crossed her arms.

I sighed and walked over to them. "Yes alright, I've been smoking cigarettes and pot. I've been skipping classes and goin out with me new mates to their houses. I know I messed up alright? I'm sorry. We've formed a band and now were hoping to enter this competition that..."

"No."

"What do ye mean no!?"

"I mean you're goin to knock off this little rock n roll fantasy and you're goin to focus on studies and gettin a job!" Mum yelled. I glared at her as she stood up and took my guitars.

"That's not fair! Instead of bein happy that I have a goal and I'm actually putting time into something I love, Ye take it all away!"

"This is not goin to take you anywhere! Where's my son?? What has this...thing done to him!?"

I shook my head and laughed sarcastically. "Go on then. Take everything I love! I'll just go out and borrow one from me mates."

"No you won't. You're forbidden from seein those hooligans again!"

"Ye can't forbid me!"

"I just did!"

She slammed the door shut, leaving me and dad alone. I angrily wiped the tears running down my cheeks and sat on my bed. I began to cry.

"Shhh. Come on son. It's not the end of the world."

"I know but, she's takin my things. She just doesn't understand."

"She just wants the best for you."

"She wants me to be miserable. Thats what she wants."

He sighed. "I'll talk to her alright? I can't promise anythin. Until she finally comes around, you're grounded."

I groaned and laid down.

"Ye coming down for dinner?"

I shook my head and stared at the wall. "I'm not hungry. G'night dad."

He patted my arm and got up. "G'night son."

..

"What do ye mean you're grounded!?" John asked, flicking his cigarette at some more sap walking by. I leaned against my locker.

"I'm grounded. Mum found cigarettes and pot in my room. The fuckin school sent a letter tellin my parents I've been skipping classes, aaand she took my guitars away. I'm done."

"No. Come on ye can't just give up! Why don't we all go to yours later and explain to her how much this means to ye?? To us!?"

"That woman is stubborn as hell. She won't change her mind."

"It's worth a try though right?" He smiled. I nodded as the bell rang.

"I'll see ye later mate. We'll sort this all out by tonight I promise!" He yelled, halfway down the hall. I just waved an headed to first class.

The guys meeting my parents. This is going to be a long evening.

....