its 1954,April, far too hot to be April to be honest. Its so hot that everybody is flooding to that lake, where you can rent out a house and not care for a while. And that's exactly what Charles wanted to do. He's only 14 and his mom paid rent for weekend home for him. He had enough money also, enough to feed himself. Charles sat at the diner table, with a straw in his mouth, his sunglasses on and his shorts that showed a few scars on his shines, not to mention his black hair that curled at the end of every strand. he looked up at the person who approached him, obviously older than him. "its rude to stare at people, sir." he said preciously as he took a sip of his cherry coke.