3rd draft of intro synopsis

As a cold breeze blows down the street, the street lights illuminate the street, a boy in his early teens wearing a scruffy coat and school bag wanders down the road, kicking an empty drinks bottle, as the sound of the bottle and cars passing down the road fill his ears.  As he reaches a house at the end of the road, he stops and glances at the house then briefly turns back around and gazes into the road as he releases a sigh.  He walks up the stairs to the front door, scuffing his feet up the step. He reaches into his bag and pulls his keys out and lazily shoves them into the lock.

He walks in, flicks off his shoes and lazily throws down his bags. He pauses for a brief second and looks down in a blank, Fed up stare. He slowly drags his feet across the hall way. He swings round into the kitchen and grabs a glass and as puts it down on the counter. He reaches out and runs the tap, and gulps down the glass of water.. He lazily puts the glass down then paces across the hallway, up the stairs and into his bedroom. He lazily closes the door behind him. The boy rushes to his computer and eagerly turns it on. He waits impatiently as he fidgets and looks around in his room. 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 hesitates as he nervously open his door, to find his Brother standing there. They converse briefly for a few seconds. The Brother grabs and throws him into the corner of his room, as the door slams. A look of sadness and disappointment sweeps across the boys face.

He gets up as disappointment turns to frustration. He sits up angrily on his bed then 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; His face turns to anger and frustration and he continues his rampage. Suddenly he stops. He looks around his room with a vague look of aggravation. 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.