It was a dark, and stormy night. Okay maybe not stormy, but it was certainly getting dark. It was about eight or nine at night. So it was about sunset range of darkness. Most people were calling there children in from playing, for the fact creeps might be running around. Which was true there might be. But Hayden Jones hadn't seen any pass by him. Half the sky was lit up, from the sunset, the other half a dark blue. Some stars showing through, and even some of the moon. Though it wasn't storming, it was rather comfortable temperature. Not to hot, to where you are sweating to death. Not to cold, to where you are freezing to death. Just right.

What could bring someone out at this time of night? Well Hayden just needed out. Out of his house. His grandmother handed him the house phone. He thought maybe it was Kiki or someone. No it was his father. The conversation went sort of like this. His father wouldn't say Hayden's name. He called him son. So that is what Hayden did. He didn't call him dad, no he called him by Christopher. His father just asked him how school was going, if there was any fine young ladies, and such. Hayden replied, with school is going good, there are a lot of hot guys at this school. There is a much better selection in America. His father yelled at him, called him a faggot. Hayden replied with well fuck you too Christopher. And handed the phone back to his grandma Teresa, Tess.

Hayden decided to get out of his house. He was angry, and he didn't want to take if out on Tess. His father was a, a, well asshole. That can't accept his eldest son is bisexual. He couldn't except it so much her forced him to move from London, to America. Because he didn't want a gay son. Hayden tried to explain he wasn't gay, he was bi, his father just spat in his face and called him a faggot. Hayden ended up coming to America, waiting on his friend Meghan to show up. His best friend. She promised she would be there. He couldn't wait for her. She called and told him one week. He was happy, but angry all thanks to his father.

He walked down a long sidewalk. That lead to the playground, all the children had left. There parents either called them to come in, or they had came to get them. Hayden sighed loudly as he sat on the swing. He would have laid back if he wasn't wearing a white dress shirt. He had rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt, and put on a pure black tie. He wore black guy jeans, that were really tight, and looked like girls jeans, with a pair of converse. He also had a bit of eyeliner on as well. Not wanting to get his clothes dirty, he decided to go lay inside one of the tunnel slides. Well it worked sort of. His feet stuck out the bottom of the tunnel. He lied their, his eyes closed, he sighed. What a great life in America he was having eh?