text: The rest of the school day is easy. You learn about the history of the town in History Class, the history teacher eagerly abandoning the notion of McCarthyism to explain what appears to be her favorite topic. Apparently, the town was once home to a large tribe of Native Americans, who were promptly wiped out by Colonists. The town rose to prominence due to its large number of cattle farms, before falling into obscurity as the modern age dawned. Eventually, it became the shithole it is today. After school, you take the bus home and say goodbye to your friends. Dad's still at work, so you collapse in front of the TV for a barrage of nearly identical Crime Shows. One features a team of guys who just kind of stereotype criminals, one features some guys who look at glowing stains, one features a guy who knows when you're lying and one features a modern day Sherlock Holmes.
  
  
  Just as the team find a new bit of information about how the clown's car is full of some... particularly dirty stains, you hear the familiar whine.
  
  
  "HAZEL! Can I watch TV!?!"
  
  
  "No! I'm watching. Go play your games."
  
  
  "But It's out battery!" he whines.
  > You don't let him watch TV, for he is a whining, snivelling brat
  "Screw off!" you say, flinging a cushion at Hunter.
  
  
  "Fine!" Hunter shouts, storming off.
  
  
  You continue watching your show (the clown was being blackmailed by the mother about his time in jail so she could get the insurance money), until eventually you hear the slamming door that signifies Dad's home.
  
  
  "Hello! I'm home!" he calls.
  
  
  "Hey Dad!" you yell.
  
  
  He walks in, smiling. Immediately, Hunter starts to whine.
  
  
  "Dad! Hazel won't let me watch TV!"
  
  
  "Who was watching first?"
  
  
  Hunter falls silence as you follow Dad into the kitchen.
  
  
  "God, you're at each others throats," he smiles. "I'll put on dinner. We have chicken curry."
  
  
  He begins to turn on the stove and start cooking.
  
  
  "How was school, honey?"