Waking up early on a Saturday was not Tyson's idea of a good time. Rolling out of bed he tossed on a pair of basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt before heading out to the car where his dad was waiting. He wasn't even mad when he found out what he had done which many kids would have been glad for but Tyson knew it was for all the wrong reasons. It wasn't because his dad thought his son was capable of better, or because he thought it was what kids his age did... he just wanted him to play basketball and an important road game was coming up.<br/><br/>"Do your time then your good to go" his dad said when he got in the car with a smile on his face as he started driving towards the school in the year old escalade. Tyson didn't respond as he leaned back without his seat belt and looked out the window wiping sleep from his eyes. Seeing the school he let out a grumble as he reached for the door handle only to be pushed back by his dad. "Listen, ask the teacher if you can practise in the gym. Your layups have been sagging recently" he said before letting go of his sons shirt.<br/><br/>"Yeah...sure dad" he mumbled as he got out of the SUV and stepped in front of the school looking up at it. His dad didn't so much as say goodbye before driving away but that's how it always was. "This blows" he muttered to himself heading slowly up the stairs and into the school, it was open and he went straight to the library as he had been told to do.<br/><br/>Grabbing a seat in the middle on the library Tyson leaned back crossing his arms and closing his eyes. It wasn't like this was<em>normal</em>school where he would have to learn or anything right? He just had to sit there and make it through the next few hours and then he'd be good to go. Simple in theory.