I hate going home. Hate the look of everyone at home. Hate the prefrencial treatment they give to others except me. Hate the look of my dad. Hate the way my mother puts all concentration only on her work. Hate my sister isolated perfect life. But now i am going back their for a special mission. Am not the boy you all use to know, am a man now. You dont need to order me around. I am not the good boy you use to know i will do things never to please you all any more. It's war.