My life was pretty weird growing up, my Mom had died when I was a baby, my dog tries its hardest to meow like a cat, and my brother can’t stop playing Halo 5 on his Xbox (which is the worst one by the way). But the weirdest thing of all, is one rule in this house, you see, after my mom died we went to go live with my dad and grandma, but dad has one rule in the house, you can never turn off the CD player, this is because it plays his favorite song Fallen Kingdom, which is a Minecraft parody of Viva la Vida by Coldplay. I HATE THIS SONG, all night long I have to listen to “I used to rule the world, chunks would load when I gave the word”, when we eat dinner at the table it’s “better to take a stand, that was when I ruled the land”, dad was always very chill though, but today was different. My grandma had had enough of everything, “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” Yelled grandma as she flipped the table over, she grabbed her chair and ran towards the CD player, she tried to smash it to pieces but dad caught the chair in time. “Mom, let’s talk somewhere else,” dad said as he escorted her to the basement.

I didn’t see grandma after that, and for some reason, all I smelled was pork, when I awoke the next morning I asked dad where she was. “I put her in that retirement home she didn’t want to go to”. Nothing was the same after that day, dad began to get a bit more aggressive about the CD player, even going as far as spanking us every time we even spoke of the incident. He even installed a security camera and an alarm system for the CD player. A month passed and I started to miss grandma, so I went to the retirement home. But when I asked to see her, they said that she didn’t even live there, I started to worry about her, and I began to get suspicious of dad. When I got home I checked the basement for clues, because it was the last place I know she went. I ended up finding nothing, but what caught my attention was the giant butcher knife dad had hanging on the wall in the basement.

When I came out, I saw my brother with dads sledgehammer. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” I yelled, “finishing this,” said my brother as he held the hammer above his head, struggling to support its weight. He slammed the hammer down, right onto the CD player, destroying it. Dad heard the noise of the hammer pounding and ran downstairs. “TYLER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” My brother and dad began to argue, my dad told me to go upstairs. Hours passed, and my dad shouted for me. When I came downstairs he asked me to sit down, “wheres Tyler?” I asked, my dad, handed me a plate of fresh, warm pork. “He’s in a lot of trouble, and I mean A LOT!” Dad barked, now eat your food! I began to eat, the pork I was given had a weird texture, it tasted like pork but didn’t feel like it. The next day, the police arrived, they took dad away and to my surprise, it was grandma! But for some reason, she was missing an arm.