1st draft of intro synopsis

As rain slowly drizzles and street lights illuminate the street, a boy in his early teens wanders down the road .As he reaches a house at the end of the road, he stops and glances at the house. The sound of cars driving past on the busy road fills his ears, as he turns back around and gazes into the road. He walks down to the front door, scuffing his feet along the cobbled path. He reaches into his bag and pulls his keys out and lazily shoves them into lock. He walks in, flicks off his shoes and lazily throws down his bags. He stomps upstairs heavy footed, the sound of bellowing voice comes from the hall way. He pauses for a brief second and looks down in a blank stare. He quickly paces across the hall way. He swings round into the kitchen. He grabs a glass and as puts it down on the counter as a he exhales a sigh. He walks to the tap and lazily grabs a glass from the shelf. He reaches out and runs the tap, and takes a slow sip from the glass of water. He finishes his glass, and once again paces down the hallway and into his bedroom. The door quickly slams. The boy rushes to his computer and eagerly turns it on. He waits impatiently and swings around on his chair. As his hands type ferociously and then pause for a quick second until he begins typing again. He jumps off his chair, and scruffily takes his tie off his neck. The sound of a loud sturdy knock echoes round the walls. He answers the door quickly, to find his father standing there. They converse briefly for a few seconds. The father grabs and shakes him, and then he is thrown to the floor as the door slams. A look of sadness and disappointment sweeps across the boys face. He slams his door as disappointment turns to frustration. He marches over to his chair as he clicks loudly and slams his fingers on the keyboard. He goes to an icon labelled friends on the website he is using. Statuses from friends fill the screen as they talk about having fun and enjoying themselves. His eyes fill with envy as they widen. He franticly looks down to his keyboard and begins to type, he looks up to his screen again his clicks on a certain profile. He leaves a message; he smirks as he continues to browse the website clicking on various profiles. His face turns to anger and frustration and he continues his rampage. Suddenly he stops. He looks up and stares out the window. He slowly turns back around as an icon pops up on the computer, catching his eye. His phone which is left on the side buzzes. He checks it. His grip tightens on the phone as he loses it for a split second and hurtles the phone across the room. The door swings open.