I huff and get out of bed, reluctantly heading toward the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I mumble under my breath as I close the door behind me. It takes me a few minutes to get undressed and step into the shower, but once I'm in there, it feels good to wash away some of the stress and frustration from the day.

I scrub myself clean, trying not to think about my father's words too much.

After what feels like an eternity in the shower, I finally rinse off all the soap and get out. I dry myself off with a towel and look around for some clean clothes. I manage to find an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts that still fit me decently well, then pull them on before heading back into my room.

I see my dad looking through my stuff when I get there, and I immediately feel defensive again. "Hey! What are you doing?"