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Dyn01
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Clothes all on? Check. Backpack? Check. Cell phone? He tapped his right thigh to feel for the smart phone that he carried with him everywhere. Check. Keys? Mirrored the same motion to his left thigh to hear a familiar jingling. That was certainly his keys for sure. Check. Wallet? It was in the same right rear pocket that it always was. Okay, then he was good for him to go. With that, he closed the door to his room, making sure that the door was completely shut.
The apartment that they lived in was a two bedroom and one bathroom, with a living room and kitchen that was attached to each other. The living room consisted of a small table, a futon that his father used rather often even though he had his own room, and a small television. Attached to it was a small purple piece of electronics- it was actually a Nintendo GameCube- that had begun accumulating dust. The kitchen was about as quaint. A simple counter, oven with a table top, a sink and a refrigerator that lied so close to the edge of the kitchen that it rested right next to the carpet for the living room. The kitchen had one window, above the sink, and that was all that there was for windows in the room.
It was normally kept up rather well, especially considering how attentive to detail his father was… But the actual apartment had a musky smell to it- He had a feeling that he knew what the smell was, but decided not to actual voice anything about it. His father had mentioned that he was thinking about dating once again, and he noticed that a particular woman had been sticking around the apartment. He wondered why he had to get into it with a woman that seemed to be closer to his own age than his father's , but he assumed that it had something to do with a 'mid-life crisis' or whatever.
Anyways, there was no older woman here, nor was there a sign of his father. All that was truly left was the musky smell, a disheveled bed, and a plate covered by another resting on the nearby kitchen table. Walking over to the table, he could notice that there was a slip of paper placed methodically over the plate.
'Work called in early. Will probably be working late. Take an umbrella with you, downpours expected this afternoon. Talk later.– Dad
He removed the plate resting on top of his food to see a set of bacon and bread. When originally made, they must have been steaming hot, but now the plate as well as the actual food was cool to the touch. "When did he leave? At five?" he wondered aloud as he moved to prepare his breakfast- well, to call it 'preparing' when he was only going to microwave it was a little-
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School had been in session for the past two months. Halloween had passed a couple of weeks ago- he certainly had fun hanging out at the Halloween party- and Christmas was fast approaching. Or slow, depending on how long a normal week of school went for people. Although things began to settle into a rhythm, there was always something new to talk about. The newest fashions, watching sports, the drama of high school; it was never boring. He had gotten used to walking the same path to school every weekday, and noticed the same group of people walking ahead of him like they always did. They were rowdy, which would normally draw attention if not that people were already used to it.
Putting on a small smile on his light pink lips, he approached the group. "Yo, what's up?" he asked, raising his hand to the group. A few of the people in group were quick to acknowledge him, and looked at him- until only recently, he was used to them looking down at him. Not figuratively, of course. Literally. Hitting his growth spurt was such a blessing.
"Yo, Theo!" one of them beat the others to the punch. Theo, short for Theodore. His full name was Clark Theodore Lawrence. Apparently, they decided to name him after 'Clark Kent' from Superman. He had no idea why they chose to do that or why no one spoke out about how absurd it was, but it was how it was. Only a select people were allowed to call him by his first name- and if not for attendance, not one of his peers would even know of such a name. "So alright, man. Since you're here, you get to hear the great story of this guy-" He gestured to one of the people walking alongside him, who proceeded to lightly elbow him. "-ended up throwing up on his date last night. I mean, that was just-"
Theodore could not help but smile a little bit at the ribbing back and forth. Certainly, things did not change much…
The apartment that they lived in was a two bedroom and one bathroom, with a living room and kitchen that was attached to each other. The living room consisted of a small table, a futon that his father used rather often even though he had his own room, and a small television. Attached to it was a small purple piece of electronics- it was actually a Nintendo GameCube- that had begun accumulating dust. The kitchen was about as quaint. A simple counter, oven with a table top, a sink and a refrigerator that lied so close to the edge of the kitchen that it rested right next to the carpet for the living room. The kitchen had one window, above the sink, and that was all that there was for windows in the room.
It was normally kept up rather well, especially considering how attentive to detail his father was… But the actual apartment had a musky smell to it- He had a feeling that he knew what the smell was, but decided not to actual voice anything about it. His father had mentioned that he was thinking about dating once again, and he noticed that a particular woman had been sticking around the apartment. He wondered why he had to get into it with a woman that seemed to be closer to his own age than his father's , but he assumed that it had something to do with a 'mid-life crisis' or whatever.
Anyways, there was no older woman here, nor was there a sign of his father. All that was truly left was the musky smell, a disheveled bed, and a plate covered by another resting on the nearby kitchen table. Walking over to the table, he could notice that there was a slip of paper placed methodically over the plate.
'Work called in early. Will probably be working late. Take an umbrella with you, downpours expected this afternoon. Talk later.– Dad
He removed the plate resting on top of his food to see a set of bacon and bread. When originally made, they must have been steaming hot, but now the plate as well as the actual food was cool to the touch. "When did he leave? At five?" he wondered aloud as he moved to prepare his breakfast- well, to call it 'preparing' when he was only going to microwave it was a little-
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School had been in session for the past two months. Halloween had passed a couple of weeks ago- he certainly had fun hanging out at the Halloween party- and Christmas was fast approaching. Or slow, depending on how long a normal week of school went for people. Although things began to settle into a rhythm, there was always something new to talk about. The newest fashions, watching sports, the drama of high school; it was never boring. He had gotten used to walking the same path to school every weekday, and noticed the same group of people walking ahead of him like they always did. They were rowdy, which would normally draw attention if not that people were already used to it.
Putting on a small smile on his light pink lips, he approached the group. "Yo, what's up?" he asked, raising his hand to the group. A few of the people in group were quick to acknowledge him, and looked at him- until only recently, he was used to them looking down at him. Not figuratively, of course. Literally. Hitting his growth spurt was such a blessing.
"Yo, Theo!" one of them beat the others to the punch. Theo, short for Theodore. His full name was Clark Theodore Lawrence. Apparently, they decided to name him after 'Clark Kent' from Superman. He had no idea why they chose to do that or why no one spoke out about how absurd it was, but it was how it was. Only a select people were allowed to call him by his first name- and if not for attendance, not one of his peers would even know of such a name. "So alright, man. Since you're here, you get to hear the great story of this guy-" He gestured to one of the people walking alongside him, who proceeded to lightly elbow him. "-ended up throwing up on his date last night. I mean, that was just-"
Theodore could not help but smile a little bit at the ribbing back and forth. Certainly, things did not change much…