Whack! Luke dropped his bag down and ran to the fridge grabbing the closest bottled water. He was NEVER going to do that again. It was only March. How in the world did people live here? Obviously he wasns flat.
Humming gently, Mrs. Triton entered with quite a handful of laundry, completely unaware of her melting son on the couch. Only the crackling sounds of a water bottle being ruthlessly drained turned her head.
Seeing the curious look on his mothers eyes quickly sprang up: I
ve been busy there. Care for another?s hand.
Nodding anxiously, Luke managed to murmur a quick before popping open the new water and gulping again. Not moments later he was walking around and then, heaven forbid, he began talking again as well. With his mom methodically working her way out of their one sided , Luke searched for the daily newspaper. After one night of watching the nightly news, the Triton family opted out for the old fashioned black and white. However, this Wednesday, the coffee table was absent of his daily read. Knowing his father was still organizing his office and his mother busy with the pile of clothes she managed to scoop up, Luke peered out the living room window at the grocery store not too much of a walking distance away. Snatching up another frosty bottle, Luke braved the oven outside.
Ever walk into a store after roasting in the parking lot? And that nice feeling you get when walking in? Luke walked in and sighed feeling exactly that. ItGoodness! You had me worried sick with you running off like that! Not to mention, your mound of work I see in that backpack of yours.s room was much smaller than before (they had downsized quite a bit) but he still had his desk with all that stationary given to him by those in England yearning for his letters. Staring at the large stack, he quickly blinked off the growing tears. To avoid looking there any longer, Luke finally glanced at the cover of his paper his quick journey had given him:
BIRD KIDS IN NEW YORK?
After a group of kids with wings are spotted at a high end restraint, new reports surface from people here in the valley. Sightings includes eyes widened. There was only one person he could think of at this time if these reports were true.
He pulled out a fresh new cork board, leaning it on the wall, tearing off the article and pinning it down on the board. Then he turned his head once again to the pile of stationary on his desk.
