"Now you're eighteen we think that you should live on your own two feet, we would like you to move out, John." Your mum says.

You stand there unable to talk, your mum and dad have just told you to fuck off, you have no job and no source of income. That's one of the first things that comes into your mind, you had never been that clever in school although you has been labelled a nerd.

You would only just pass exams and papers. You were called a nerd because you looked like one, you were a little chubby, you have freckles and were a little small. You wore glasses in school and still do although the one you wear now are a little better.

"Why do I have to move out." You protest.

"Like we said we want you to stand on your own two feet and you need to learn the value of money, you've been out of school for six months and have done absolutely nothing about it." Your dad tells you.

"But. . . . . ." You go to say but are cut off by your father.

"I'll hear nothing more about it." He says. "You've got a week."

"But I have no money." You say.

"We will give you a little to go towards your first months rent but from then on you have to get a job and look after yourself." You mum tells you.

The pair walk off and leave you.