[Potironette]

Luck stared dumbfoundedly at Rune as the next few seconds ticked on by. He'd read Rune's journal, sure, but the reality of it never struck him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Your dad stinks."

He picked up his basketball and pulled up his hood. He didn't feel like shooting trees or running anymore. He snatched Rune's wrist and tugged him as he began to walk home. His parents wouldn't be back for a few hours yet.