“Come on, mom. Why do I need to keep showing up to these things?” Mike complained.
“To support your sister! She showed up to all of your football games and baseball games, and everything else when you were younger, so it’s only fair that you show up for just one or two of her ballet recitals.” his mom whispered back to him.
“For god’s sake, I’m 19! Shouldn’t I be getting independence or something?” Mike claimed.
“As long as you live under my roof, you’ll live by my rules” she rebutted, decently angry.
“Fine, I’ll watch her stupid dance.” Mike said, rolling his eyes. Mike didn’t look like the type to watch a dance recital. He was super buff, and really tall too, his light green eyes and blonde hair flowing past his ears being some of his more notable features. He looked like a jock, plain and simple. Annoyed, he