Seth, a lack luster 18 year old high-school senior, tossed his blazer and messenger bag on the couch of a modestly decorated living room. Sighing heavily he looked about the empty space. He'd been sent home early, again. His brother wouldn't be home for a few hours, the one thing working in his favor today.<br/><br/>He set his music to play over the sound system before loosening the tie of his school uniform. Vibrant red spots trailed down his otherwise pristine white shirt. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, and he wasn't looking forward to the lecture that he undoubtedly had coming. Grumbling softly he went to take a shower and change into a t-shirt and jeans.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit better he made his way to the kitchen. Seth pulled a large ziploc bag from the fridge. He had planned to make fajitas for dinner. Fondling the bag of marinating beef he checked it over before setting it aside. He turned his music up, 'Hells Bells' by AC/DC playing.<br/><br/>Before long he had cut all the vegetables and even made some guacamole. Checking the time he smiled. Just enough time. He went to his room and retrieved a small glass pipe and lighter from its hiding place. After taking a few hits he tucked it away and went to get everything cooked up.<br/><br/>Finally in his happy place Seth sung along to his music as he cooked. The place was filled with the delicious scent of sauteed peppers and onions. He saved the meat for last, mixing the strips of cooked beef into the vegetables. He tossed some tortillas in over the mixture and put a lid on it.<br/><br/>He hadn't paid any mind to the time. As was usual when he was in his own little world, he wouldn't have noticed if his brother had come home...