"Bullshit! I hate that dunderhead teacher. Damned old freaking bastard!"
Nails biting into his own palms, Zander entered through the main door over his parents while they were having food, cursing and gritting his jaw. It seemed they had just begun as the table was still untouched and the plates before the three members were shining clean.
They had their eyes watching Zander from head to toe not after looking at the clock with a big pendulum swinging effortlessly. One. Two. Three. And there it rang after both the hands pointed at the last number on the clock, twelve.
"Finally, your brat is here. Honey, I am not going to say anything so better you ask him where was he all this while and why is he late?"
"Mummy, Zany came home."
Mrs. Brown heaved a rough breath as her fingers clenched and released, then again clenched and released as she sat on the edge of her chair across the dining table, holding Milan in her chair.
Her face contorted with immense exasperation and disgust. This guy standing at the doorstep could not be her son. Not at all. In no way did he look like the Zander of whom they were proud.
It is of no doubt that he was naughty and a bully, however he loved his parents and dear sister; but never did he skip meals.