In what seemed like one seamless motion Jason sprung out of bed and down the creaky flight of stairs, his beady eyes beamed for he knew who was on the other side of the door. He grinned from ear to ear as he reached for the final bolt which held the door shut and kept him from retrieving his long awaited prize.
Today Jason turns 14 he has not seen his mother in 7 years and memories of her were few and far between, but has soon as he heard the car pulling in the drive way he figured this was the day his dreams would become a reality.
Trying not to wake his grandmother the chubby teen tipped fully stretched and eases the bolt from the hole in which it was fastened. He closes his eyes and turned the knob, his heart rate increases tenfold but it was not to be. Jason’s eyes popped open to the steely voice of Mr. Fletcher which pierced his heart like an Egyptian dagger.
“Nothing but bills today Jason, have a good one son.”