Thinker
Chapter 1: Moving Day
I watched the movers place the lights, boxes of china, and couches into my new home. I sighed and went to the truck to get my things. I had only a small box on the corner of the U-Haul. Marching up the stone path to the small suburb style house, (as in it looks the same of every other house) and opened the door.
Not bothering to look around I ran up the stairs with my stuff threw it on the bed, and looked out the window. The wall of another house met my face. "Ugh." I grunted loudly. So far Tulsa, Oklahoma has not made a very good first impression on me. I mean how could it? It's hot, boring, and has one of those freaky House of Night schools right down the road. I sighed again. I missed New Hampshire already. Nothing could have stopped my mom from moving to Oklahoma tough. She just had to come down here to go to 'special' art classes.
"HEY!" My brother shouted from the open doorway. I jumped in surprise and banged my head on the window top thing. He laughed. He obviously knew that me being as jumpy as I am would freak out if he yelled like that.
"Dang it! What the heck did you do that for?" I shouted aggressively. Yes indeed people in New England say heck. Not hell, not the f word, heck. "I was in mid-thought, man. I mean seriously Ryan?"
"We'll hey you should be more aware of your surroundings Billy." My brother said back his voice laced thick with that I'm-better-than-you tone. "I knew you probably wouldn't like it down here in Okie central, but hey you don't always get what you want."
I threw the nearest thing at him but, being the tall lanky kid he was dodged it and ran down the hall laughing. That's when my mom came in holding the pillow I had thrown at Ryan and looking slightly like she had just been hit by it. I smiled innocently at her and tried to (unsuccessfully) sneak past her out of the door.
Now if you knew my mom she was certainly not going to let that happen. But, first a little back round on her. She was a though girl raised in North Andover, Massachusetts in the time when beating your kids was allowed. She had three brothers and two sisters so it as tough growing up. After a long time of that she met my dad who then got married to her and bam! Ryan was born. Two years after I came out and at the age of two my dad left. Since then she's been working at Home Depot working with idiots all day long. So I learned not to disappoint heart an early age. So now I am a straight A student that has been labeled a nerd at school by everyone except a select few. Now back to her. She is like every other single mom. Tall, lean, and always looking tired. She had genetically brown hair that she bleaches blond. Mom also has brown eyes and a smile that could light up space. When set off she had a ferocious temper and when motivated she would give a kidney to a stranger. I took after her so I was more creative but, my brother Ryan took after my dad so he is a math genius and completely and totally serious.
Now back to the storm to come. "Why did you through a pillow at my head?" My mother roared. "Do I look like a target? Do I seem like your friend?" Really these questions weren't supposed to be answered so I didn't bother. "You need to get some common sense drilled into that skull of yours!" At the last word she raised the pillow and brought it down on my head.
I know it may seem unmanly but, I cowered and took the blow. My mom stormed away and went to her room and slammed the door shut. The movers must know were to put everything already. Weird. I thought to myself. Better unpack my stuff before she yells at me for that to. I thought sarcastically.
Rifling through my small box of stuff I found my clock and plugged it in. The glowing, red numbers read the numbers 8:47 p.m. Once again I sighed put the box on the floor ignoring the thoughts of paranoia of getting yelled at and lied across my bed. The lights were still on but I closed the lids of my eyes and fell asleep.
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