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Let's face it. History class is… boring. And growing up in the 2025 isn't exactly the most interesting. So as my teacher continues to blabber on about how the missile crisis in Russia is one of the most horrible events to happen in modern history, I can't help but stare out the window and hope that something interesting happen for once.

I lived in a modern day house. The interior changed often, which was no surprise if you had met my mother. Jessica Starr was one of the most impulsive women of today. She was very popular, had a lot of friends and a lot of house parties. Which could be fun at times, except when I'm trying to finish homework. She's also a genius, she has two different occupations and balances them out equally. Everywhere she goes people know her name, but I've never been able to figure out why. She always tells me to live life to the fullest, because you never know what's going to happen. Some days I can't stand her, but… she's my mom. And I have to remember that she is who she is.

My dad wasn't always around. Don't get me wrong, my parents love me each other… a lot. But Dad works all around the world, and was currently in Germany working on some science shit no one understands. Sometimes I miss him, but what can you do?

"Do you want to order pizza tonight?" Mom asks me.

"Sure," I say, not even taking the time to look up from my Algebra homework.

"Taco?" She asks.

"You know it." I grin. I frowned at the equation in front of me. Damn exceled classes.

"Do you want help?" My mom must have seen the concerned look on my face. I slide the paper over to her, confident she would never find the answer.

"Seven point eight five." She says in record time.

"What?" I ask, bewildered.

"Y equals seven point eight five." She says slowly as if talking to a five year old. "Come on Lumi you knew that."

"…Of course I did." I say pulling the paper away from her.

She laughs, "You're definitely my kid."

"Shut up." I groan. Mom went back to the kitchen to continue cleaning dishes. I closed my book and put the paper in my backpack. Now I could finally relax.

I got up and walked to the living room. It was filled with marshmallow chairs, a pretzel sofa and all the other candy themed furniture pieces. My mom was crazy, and I accepted that.

I pick up the Oculus and grab the controller. I turn on Dead and Still Killing, and continue chopping zombies' heads off from where I last left off. I turn my head to face the next ugly bastard when-

"Hey Lumi?" I jumped, tripping over the coffee table and landing with my feet in the air and my hands holding me up from the floor. The Oculus fell from my eyes and I realize I'm still in my own home, where my mom isn't fighting zombies but stains on dirty dishes. I force my legs past my head and roll up so I'm standing normally.

"Yeah, mom?" I ask breathlessly.

"Everything okay? I was just wondering if you've seen your brother around…" She says, finishing up the dishes.

"Yeah. Hansel wasn't at school today. Again." I mumble the last part.

"God damn it, I'm calling your father." Mom says. This wasn't a very big threat, it's when she takes matters into her own hands that you should run. Run for your life.

That's all I can do for now… Sorry for the inconvenience… Seeya soon!

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