The Red Artist: Part 1
"Owen, please be a good son and take out the trash again"! Owen sighed. It had been the 4th time that day that he had to take out the scraps of cardboard, bubble wrap, duct tape, and bits of broken dinnerware that had been damaged during the move. "Never heard that one before", Owen thought. "Sure, Ma," He called to his mother, who answered back, "Thanks, dear"! Owen sat up off of his bed and out of his room, carefully watching his step amidst the stacks of boxes that held his personal crap that he had yet to unpack. "This sucks," he thought. "Why of all places did we have to move here?!"
Owen's family, the Allistairs, had to move around a lot. Owen's dad, Ryan Allistair, was a military man, Navy by branch, and worked on computers as his job. Like any military family, he and his family would have to move again and again, whenever the military needed him somewhere else. As far as Owen could remember, this had been the 6th time that he had to move because of his dad's job. And this