From The Beginning To The End
Chapter 1: Hungry
Five-year-old Lucas Wolenczek stared out his bedroom window. The rain battered loudly against it outside. He was so bored, he'd finished the work his father had set out for him, which about a dozen calculations, probably for the average twelve year old. There was nothing he could do but go on his computer. He didn't have many toys. His father 'Lawrence Wolenczek' didn't think he needed them with his intellect, after all he was only five- years-old and already in sixth grade. He was a genius. He was to smart for toys! Lucas wasn't that bothered by this, not really, he didn't like most toys in the shops anyway. What he did like to play with though were his computer games, when ever he could he would try and get his father to buy him the latest computer games. His mother, 'Cynthia Wolenczek', however hated computers and anything to do with them. If there were a reason for her to get Lucas off it she would think of it. It wasn't that she was trying to be mean, she just hated the way computers were so important in her husband and son's life.
Lucas could smell the sweet aroma of a roast chicken coming from downstairs. His mother was making a roast dinner. He smiled slightly. He loved roast dinners; he liked everything in them, except for broccoli. (Well what'd you expect? He's still only five) His stomach rumbled, so he headed downstairs for dinner. He stopped short when he heard what seemed to be his mum and dad screaming each other.
"YOU NEVER SPEND ANY TIME WITH US, YOU'RE ALWAYS TOO BUSY WITH THIS OR TO BUSY WITH THAT, WELL I'M SICK OF IT! You never ever spend any time with Lucas. For god's sake you're his father, the only time you see him is when you're asking him to do work. Life isn't just about work you know, especially IF YOU HAVE A SON..."
Lawrence interrupted or more like erupted! "I DO SPEND TIME WITH HIM, BUT I DO HAVE TO KEEP A ROOF OVER OUR HEADS, I DO HAVE TO MAKE US MONEY TO LIVE!"
"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO SPEND EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE WORKING, YOUR DAMN RESEARCH IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU THAN YOUR OWN SON!"
"FINE, YOU WANT ME TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM THEN I WILL!"
After that he turned and entered the hallway where he spotted Lucas at the bottom of the stairs.
"C'mon Lucas, were going to go spend some quality time together" he said through clenched teeth.
"...But dad what about..."
Lucas was cut off.
"NOW! LUCAS!"
With that Lucas Timidly followed his father out the door and into the front of his Mercedes Benz.
"Where are we going dad?" he asked thinking about his rumbling stomach. "Can we get something to eat?"
"Ha, I try and spend some time with you and all you can think about is your stomach, perfect!"
"No, it's just my tummy's rumbling and I feel kinda..."
"STOP TRYING TO MAKE EXCUSES I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT FROM YOUR BLOODY MOTHER!"
Lucas looked stunned. His father had never really yelled at him before. He had never had a reason to, and he didn't really have one now. He expected him to say sorry and that he was just stressed out like he normally did. But he didn't he just gave him a bit of a glare and turned his eyes back to the road.
Lucas stared down at his hands and didn't say another word the whole journey. Ten minutes later Lawrence pulled up into a driveway!
"C'mon Lucas" he said as he pushed the car door open.
Lucas tagged along side him as they entered a small house, which Lucas knew as one of his father's other work places. As they entered the house, Lawrence turned to his son.
"Lucas, now I need to just work on a few things. But when I've finished we'll have some fun, ok, and some food?"
Lucas nodded meekly.
"...Now I don't want you to disturb me ok, because daddy's doing some important work, ok?"
Nodding again Lucas was lead into another room; the walls were tatty and dented. And floorboards looked rotten and cracked.
"I'm sorry about the state of this place, I've been meaning to clean it up, but with all my work I never had the chance. You'll have to stay in here, while I do my work."
Lucas stepped into the room and as soon as he did a cold air ran straight over him. He moaned about it being too cold in there. But his dad just told him to stop being such a baby, though he was only 5 years old.
Lawrence pulled a chair into the chilly room and left his son to sit in this dark damp place all on his own. Lucas sighed as he sat in the chair. Thankfully it was quite comfy. Next year he would be going to middle school, with people who are well over twice his height and age. He didn't fit in very well at school, people still looked at him as though he was some dumb kid with out a care in the world. But the advantage would probably be no one would bully or hurt him through out his school days because he was too young, and adorable and the teachers seemed to treat him nicer than they did the older kids. There may be the odd rotten person though who would bully him.
Minutes seemed to go by like hours, sitting in that cold little room. Lucas's stomach growled noisily. After about an hour he was still sitting there asking himself whether or not he should go tell his father he really wanted something to eat. He decided not to, as not to anger his father further. Obviously Lawrence had forgotten about him because of his precious research. Three hours had passed, when finally Lawrence went to collect his son.
"Oh, Holy...I'm sorry Lucas I got so caught up in work, is that the time, nine, damn, c'mon we gotta get you home!"
On the way home Lucas asked his father if he could eat now, backing up this need to eat with a monstrous rumble coming from his stomach. His father pulled up at McDonalds and finally Lucas hunger was cured!
Please Review this and tell me if you want to continue coz I'm planning on doing a lot of this! So Please...review!
Chapter 1: Hungry
Five-year-old Lucas Wolenczek stared out his bedroom window. The rain battered loudly against it outside. He was so bored, he'd finished the work his father had set out for him, which about a dozen calculations, probably for the average twelve year old. There was nothing he could do but go on his computer. He didn't have many toys. His father 'Lawrence Wolenczek' didn't think he needed them with his intellect, after all he was only five- years-old and already in sixth grade. He was a genius. He was to smart for toys! Lucas wasn't that bothered by this, not really, he didn't like most toys in the shops anyway. What he did like to play with though were his computer games, when ever he could he would try and get his father to buy him the latest computer games. His mother, 'Cynthia Wolenczek', however hated computers and anything to do with them. If there were a reason for her to get Lucas off it she would think of it. It wasn't that she was trying to be mean, she just hated the way computers were so important in her husband and son's life.
Lucas could smell the sweet aroma of a roast chicken coming from downstairs. His mother was making a roast dinner. He smiled slightly. He loved roast dinners; he liked everything in them, except for broccoli. (Well what'd you expect? He's still only five) His stomach rumbled, so he headed downstairs for dinner. He stopped short when he heard what seemed to be his mum and dad screaming each other.
"YOU NEVER SPEND ANY TIME WITH US, YOU'RE ALWAYS TOO BUSY WITH THIS OR TO BUSY WITH THAT, WELL I'M SICK OF IT! You never ever spend any time with Lucas. For god's sake you're his father, the only time you see him is when you're asking him to do work. Life isn't just about work you know, especially IF YOU HAVE A SON..."
Lawrence interrupted or more like erupted! "I DO SPEND TIME WITH HIM, BUT I DO HAVE TO KEEP A ROOF OVER OUR HEADS, I DO HAVE TO MAKE US MONEY TO LIVE!"
"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO SPEND EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE WORKING, YOUR DAMN RESEARCH IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU THAN YOUR OWN SON!"
"FINE, YOU WANT ME TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM THEN I WILL!"
After that he turned and entered the hallway where he spotted Lucas at the bottom of the stairs.
"C'mon Lucas, were going to go spend some quality time together" he said through clenched teeth.
"...But dad what about..."
Lucas was cut off.
"NOW! LUCAS!"
With that Lucas Timidly followed his father out the door and into the front of his Mercedes Benz.
"Where are we going dad?" he asked thinking about his rumbling stomach. "Can we get something to eat?"
"Ha, I try and spend some time with you and all you can think about is your stomach, perfect!"
"No, it's just my tummy's rumbling and I feel kinda..."
"STOP TRYING TO MAKE EXCUSES I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT FROM YOUR BLOODY MOTHER!"
Lucas looked stunned. His father had never really yelled at him before. He had never had a reason to, and he didn't really have one now. He expected him to say sorry and that he was just stressed out like he normally did. But he didn't he just gave him a bit of a glare and turned his eyes back to the road.
Lucas stared down at his hands and didn't say another word the whole journey. Ten minutes later Lawrence pulled up into a driveway!
"C'mon Lucas" he said as he pushed the car door open.
Lucas tagged along side him as they entered a small house, which Lucas knew as one of his father's other work places. As they entered the house, Lawrence turned to his son.
"Lucas, now I need to just work on a few things. But when I've finished we'll have some fun, ok, and some food?"
Lucas nodded meekly.
"...Now I don't want you to disturb me ok, because daddy's doing some important work, ok?"
Nodding again Lucas was lead into another room; the walls were tatty and dented. And floorboards looked rotten and cracked.
"I'm sorry about the state of this place, I've been meaning to clean it up, but with all my work I never had the chance. You'll have to stay in here, while I do my work."
Lucas stepped into the room and as soon as he did a cold air ran straight over him. He moaned about it being too cold in there. But his dad just told him to stop being such a baby, though he was only 5 years old.
Lawrence pulled a chair into the chilly room and left his son to sit in this dark damp place all on his own. Lucas sighed as he sat in the chair. Thankfully it was quite comfy. Next year he would be going to middle school, with people who are well over twice his height and age. He didn't fit in very well at school, people still looked at him as though he was some dumb kid with out a care in the world. But the advantage would probably be no one would bully or hurt him through out his school days because he was too young, and adorable and the teachers seemed to treat him nicer than they did the older kids. There may be the odd rotten person though who would bully him.
Minutes seemed to go by like hours, sitting in that cold little room. Lucas's stomach growled noisily. After about an hour he was still sitting there asking himself whether or not he should go tell his father he really wanted something to eat. He decided not to, as not to anger his father further. Obviously Lawrence had forgotten about him because of his precious research. Three hours had passed, when finally Lawrence went to collect his son.
"Oh, Holy...I'm sorry Lucas I got so caught up in work, is that the time, nine, damn, c'mon we gotta get you home!"
On the way home Lucas asked his father if he could eat now, backing up this need to eat with a monstrous rumble coming from his stomach. His father pulled up at McDonalds and finally Lucas hunger was cured!
Please Review this and tell me if you want to continue coz I'm planning on doing a lot of this! So Please...review!