Blood Born
I continue typing and searching all over the web. Clicking the mouse rapidly, sipping my hot cup of coffee, reading the links and maybe installing illegal games for free. It's been an awesome week for me so far. On a Sunday, got 3 new games, Monday, conquered a popular group (once again, thank you.), Tuesday, got no homework and Wednesday, got an early leave from Mom thanks to my good ol' brother Grubbs Grady! Smoking: what the hell? Amateurs never learn. Sure, he's older than me but his brain isn't; very stupid of him to smoke behind the bike shed. I would have done it… I don't know, behind my friend's bike shed for all I care! These are one of the flaws of my siblings: never think. But it isn't my problem, it's his. After all, I'm only teasing him. He's a great guy once you get to know him.
Nothing good on YouTube today. Why can't people be more creative in their videos these days? Too many people distracted in their lives, I thought. I tried it once, record game footage, so I can relate. It is hard to basically talk to yourself when no one else talks back. I closed the window and turn off my laptop. Homework can wait. Besides, I'm too smart to do it and my teachers know that. I sat there in silence, chugging down the last bit of my coffee. Trying to think about what to do in this house, it's too late to go outside right now. Everything here is pretty boring. I could talk to my siblings. Ask if they need any help in homework or have a good chat about stuff like the latest movies. I think I'll do that.
I decide to go to Gret's room, my sister. I mean not literally the room but the person in the room. Gret. My sister, in her room. Did I jumble up again? How am I supposed to talk if I'm like this? Screw it, I'm boar- I mean- bored.
I opened my room's door and turned left. Passing the bathroom, I turned on the hot water to bath later on. I knocked on the door and came in. "Hey Gret!" I cried. She jumped with shock and replied "Hi, Grendel." She's sitting on her bed, using a laptop on her lap. "How does it do, sis? Working too hard?" "What do you want?" She yawned. "Is that the kind of respect I expect from my sibling?" I said. She shrugs. "Listen, I have homework to do so can you please go out and close the door?" She asked. "Fine then." I walked out the room and stopped, remembering I had something to say. "Hey, have you seen Grubbs?" "How should I know?" She replied. I closed the door. Seems like she's unavailable, I thought. Tick off Gret and onto Grubbs.
Gret seems more annoyed than ever. Must be a long day, you know, the usual. I needed a bath. Grubbs can wait, I smell pretty bad. Too much sports is not good for the environment. Seriously, someone could get killed just by standing next to him. I went back upstairs and went inside the bathroom. To my surprise, someone was in there. Someone familiar. "Hiyo, Grubitsch! And what do you suppose you're doing with a bucket full of, what seems to be, blood?" He turned swiftly and faced me. His shoulders relaxed when he saw me. "Oh it's you. I have this because I'm a vampire, you see." He replied with a serious face. "Oh of course," I went along with it. "And I suppose you're not going to eat me right?" He smiled. "Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I'm pranking Gret for telling Mom and Dad that I smoked." "Oh, very interesting. What kind of flavour?" (… What? I'm curious!) "Rat gore." He replied. "I'm very impressed." I patted him on the shoulder and walked off, closing the door behind me.
Straight to Gret's room and kicked the door open. "Why hello Gret! Thought you want to play a game." "I-" Before she can reply I boomed out "Would you rather: rat gore or fish meat?" A confused face about her. This entertains me much. I try to get my entertainment as much as I can: the look of being played, fooled, tricked and then the ending reaction. "To eat? Fish meat of course!" She answered. "Well you're in for a treat!" I walked out again. "Wait are we having that for din-" I closed the door before she finished her sentence. I walked back downstairs to eat my dinner: homemade pizza. Mom and Dad are sitting in the living room watching something. Probably a movie I suppose. "Hey guys, whatcha watching?" I asked. "Oh hey Gren," Dad replied. "Just watching the lame version of Dracula."
"So what, the old one or new one?" I asked. "The new one of course!" Mom answered. "Well, I'm going to eat my dinner." I said.
I finished quite shortly after I heard a scream. Mom and Dad rushing upstairs immediately, me smiling mischievously. Even though I didn't do it, it still feels good to at least know what happened. I walked upstairs joyfully expecting revolted faces and Grubbs getting into deep trouble. Mom and Dad horrified to see Gret all covered in red, smelly blood. "What's wrong?" Mom shouts. "What's happening?"
"Blood!" Gret screams. "I'm covered in blood! I pulled the towel down. I…" She stops. She's spotted both me and Grubbs laughing. This is by far the funniest thing I've ever seen. Mom turns to look at Grubbs then me. Dad does too. They're speechless. Gret picks a sticky pink chunk out of her hair, slowly this time, and studies it. "What did you put on my towel?" she asks quietly. "Rat's gore!" laughed Grubbs. Gret then gave me a death glare. I responded quickly "Hey, I didn't plan this." "Gren…" My parents didn't believe me, I don't blame them. If anybody else were to be put in my position, he'll probably get blamed as well.
"Come on Gret," Mom said quietly. "Let's clean you up." "What about them?!" Gret pointed at us. Mom turned back to us. "Get in Grubbs's room and stay there until the end of the night."
"But what about brushing our teeth?" Grubbs asked. They ignored us and push Gret to her room. "What?! Just one night?" Gret argued. "Not now Gret." Replied Dad. And just like that, we went to Grubbs room with a smile on Grubbs face. Mine… faded a long time ago.
Grubbs closed the door while I sat on the seat facing Grubbs's laptop. Shoulders hunch, looking at Grubbs. He sat on his bed with that stupid grin on his face. I still can't believe he doesn't know what's going on.
"Did you see the look on Gret's face? That was hilarious!" said Grubbs. "Yeah whatever man," I replied in a serious tone. "That was pretty harsh to what you did to Gret." His face turned to regret to what he's done. He looked up at my eyes and said "Hey but she did deserve it! That witch told on me!" I was about to snap at him. Call him an idiot, that he's a jerk. But I bit my tongue, chose my words carefully and pressed on to important matters. "Did you see anything usual about Mom and Dad?" I asked.
His eyes lifted up with curiosity. "Why, what happened?" He asked.
"Don't you think that it was strange how Mom didn't yell at us? How she didn't ground us for a month and just for a night?" I continued. "Dad was also very silent. Usually he'd be nudged by Mom to say something or lecture us, right?"
"What's your point?" Grubbs asked. "My point is, they're hiding something from us. Something they don't want us to hear." I answered. "I don't know what exactly but it looks bad." I continued.
"Why would they hide something from us? We're a family and families are supposed to trust each other no matter what." Grubbs said.
"I agree but there's nothing we can do about it." I walked over the closet and grabbed a spare mattress and pillows. I lay it down and lie on it. "…For now." I continued.
Thursday… the last day of school. To be honest I don't really like school, even though I'm like super popular and stuff like that. I feel that's a little bit selfish of me to think that way but that is how I feel. I don't like the solitude, I don't like the homework and I don't like the tests. Studying for it is already hard as it was compared to the actual test. One of life's stressed moments.
I was eating my normal cereal and drinking my favourite chocolate drink, strange that this drink is the only chocolate I like. Grubbs is sitting on my right and Gret, in front of me, all dressed to go to school. (We go to the same school by the way.)
Silence fell over us. It's understandable because it is early in the morning. The time is 7:01 or something like that. Grubbs stares intently on his bread of jam, thinking about life perhaps. Me? I'll think of fiction. Always distracted by them; must be from all the video games. Speaking of which, lots of my friends tell me that I should be a game designer, including my parents even though they disagree of the fun of video games. But I don't know… it's too much work and stress right? And the future will probably be filled with loads of game companies.
See what I mean? One thing then to another. My mind is messed, bro. Coming back to Earth I looked at Gret. She seems sad. Could it have been about yesterday? "Gret I'm sorry for what happened last night!" Well that came out of nowhere.
"Same here," Grubbs came in. "I'm sooooo sorry."
Gret looked at us in silence, no expression changed. "It's okay… No worries." Gret answered rather gloomy. I shrugged.
Soon after, I thought I saw a tear coming down Gret's cheeks. "Umm… Gret? Are you okay?" Grubbs responded to it.
A shock hit me. Basically, that's bad news. Think of it as my sixth sense. "Hmm?" Gret wipes off her tears. "I'm… fine." She smiled, but not like usual. No, this was a smile to comfort those around them from worrying about their problems. I choked on my cereal and quickly coughed it out. Then everyone in the room started laughing, including me.
Seems like things will never change with the Gradys. Well… I hope not.
