"I'm actually nineteen, my father kept me home for a year to train for a sports degree," Mark said with a sly smile.
Man... that guy was trained by a military officer for a whole year? No wonder he looks like he belongs in a playgirl magazine. I'm not even in league with his feet, Jesus.
"So where's your dad?" Mark asked as he looked around our car.
Ouch, that question. To be honest, I didn't even know my dad. He walked out on us when I was five and I've never seen him in anything but pictures then... My family is the best way to ruin a conversation right off the bat.
"I don't know my dad, he took off and never came back..." »
