"How was school hon?" Mom asked.

"Good."

"What happened?"

"PE was rough. The coach is hardcore."

"What's his name?"

"Coach Tryon."

"What else happened?"

"Nothing interesting."

"Did you talk to anyone?"

"A girl. Meana."

"Was she nice?"

"Yeah."

Silence fell. Thank God. My mother turned her attention to driving. I was sitting the front. Our home was next to a bustle of trees and a pound. I like fishing in it. Best part is I come home and cook the fish. I like fish, it's even healthier than meat. There's also a wide arrange of mushrooms around the house. Mostly shitake and bell button. 

Mom looked worried. Her face was more wrinkled, and her blonde hair was starting to curl. Her brown skin was shaking.

"Are you okay Mom?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, just really busy. Ever since the incident. I had to work five times harder." She said.

The incident was when Dad got fired. I've been trying to level up our household by finding jobs, but Mom tells me not to worry about it. Though, the taxes are piling up. I did have an allowance from my pervious parents but it's not enough. Mom keeps saying I should keep it and do whatever I want with it. I do my part by feeding my family. Dad can't cook because he's terrible and Mom doesn't have time and my sister is to delinquent to even consider cooking.