Ken was sitting in the living room of his family's home, watching a little bit of a sitcom. He was seventeen, and was the eldest child of his parents. He had a younger sister, but she was up in her room, doing something. For some reason he didn't understand, their parents had left her in charge. Why would the youngest be in charge? Did they not trust him? Whatever, they were gone now.
He had woken up about a half hour earlier, when the left, to eat breakfast. He was dressed in a light t-shirt and shorts, as he didn't care to change since it was the weekend. He still hadn't seen his sister yet this morning.
He had woken up about a half hour earlier, when the left, to eat breakfast. He was dressed in a light t-shirt and shorts, as he didn't care to change since it was the weekend. He still hadn't seen his sister yet this morning.