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Gregor sighed as he intook the New York air that harbored resentment within him.
He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be where he belonged. And where he belonged was only at one place.
The Underland.
The underland, where he had his friends, where he had peace, where he had fun.
Where he had Luxa.
But instead, his parents so cruelly decided that they would come to New York.
Didn't they see the way he was suffering (Well, his parents had reason to like their new life, as here, their grandmother recovered, and Lizzie and Gregor were doing extremely well in school, scoring hundred after hundred on their work due to their typical silence)? Didn't they see the way Lizzie was depressed? Didn't they see through Boot's ersatz jovial manner, that it was sadness? No. They didn't see.
As far as he was concerned, they never would.
And Gregor had had enough. He was done waiting for what would never happen.
Ostensibly, he listened to his parents.
But what he did would never allow them to conceive trust between them again.
In the midst of night, he wrote a note
Mom, Dad, Lizzie and Boots, too,
I know this is rash to you, but I can't live like this anymore. I need to go and see Luxa. I need to go and see the Underland. Yes, I know that I'm abandoning a life that many other people don't have, what with my grades. But you'll have Lizzie, and your other family too. Didn't James and Hercules get into Harvard? And you know how well all my other numerous cousins are doing in school, with all their hundreds. So you don't need to depend on me for support. I know you won't understand, but please, let me do this. But I promise you this: we WILL meet again, as soon as possible.
Your loving son and brother, Gregor.
And into the depth of night, Gregor snuck off, taking a twenty dollar bill with him. Contorted in fear, he crept stealthily down the curvaceous stairs, and made his way into the cool night. Standing on the sidewalk, proud of his victory, he allowed himself a triumphant smile. Which dissolved when he heard,
"Hello, brother dear. Hope you didn't forget us!"