"Damn it, John! Stop walking away from me!" "Stop talking to me like that!" The sound of his parents yelling awoke him from his slumber. It was like this just about every morning and night. And after three years he'd become used to the noise. His parents were in the middle of a divorce. They usually avoided each other by purposely coming home or out of their rooms when the other wasn't, but sometimes their meetings were unavoidable. Alexander rose out of bed and got dressed for school. After running a hand through his short brown hair he grabbed his messenger bag and headed downstairs. He didn't bother telling his parents he was leaving. It wasn't like they would notice anyway. He closed the front door, stuffed his headphones into his ears, and started for school.