"Are you going to school or are you feeling sick?" He asks with a smile.

I don't feel good at all. My head is pounding, my stomach is cramping, and my neck feels sore.

"I think I'm going to stay." I sigh painfully.

"Tyler! You need to go to school!" Shouts my mom. She goes through my door and pulls me up and feels my head.

"It's just a little fever! He can deal with it!" She yells at my dad. They start fighting and I walk out and Bear follows me.

I know they want to get divorced, but they couldn't cause of me. One... little.... sick.... teenager.

I sit on the couch and lay down. The griffin starts to clean out my hair with its beak. I look into its yellow eyes and wings.

I yawn and it backs up. I stretch and then lay back down and he starts cleaning.

Bear starts to lick my shoulders again. The Griffin who's name is Leo starts to flip out. I pet them both and they do there stuff again.

They stop and run away when my little brother comes down. He's twelve years old.

"Hey." He said gloomily. He must have woke up to mom and dad fighting.

"Hi." I wave. He sits on the couch next to me and turn on the tv. We watch some cartoons.

"You going to school?" I ask.

"Yeah are you?" He asks.

I nod no and he sighs. "I wish I can skip school like you, I wish I was sick like you." He moans.

"No. You don't. It's sucks, sure you see cool things but you look like your living on the streets. Ryan, please... Don't wish that cause it may happen. Hell, I can die any second that's how sick I am."