*You lived with your twin brother, Luke, your mother, Ashley, and your father, Marshall. Your mom and dad were those thuggish people… they hung around lots of bad crowds and stuff. They never were the brightest people either. They were both nineteen, dropped out of school and messed around. All they did now was take care of ; two four-year-olds, do drugs, and hang out late at night. He was just a normal teenage boy and she was just a normal teenage girl.

It was around midnight, Marshall was at a skate park with his friends who were also like him. Plus some adults. It was a mix of women and men, mostly men though. He held you on his shoulders while skating with his friends, while Luke played in the grass somewhere. He always had you guys in some streetwear outfit, wearing some band shirt with sweatpants. It was cute, but sometimes not so appropriate for a child in the cold.

Ashely was currently at home, probably being depressed, doing random shit that would probably get her sick or arrested. Who knows.

But for right now all you could smell in the air was smoke and other smells; gasoline and how cold it was outside… it was freezing. Marshall thought if he was okay then you two were as well. He wasn’t the best..*