Operation: H.O.M.E. W.O.R.K
Hell
Organized to
Meantally
Eliminate
Wally's
Overal
Really
Knackered mind
Wally's always hated school, even as a little boy. He hated having to sit downs for long periods of time and get yelled at for "fidgeting". Well you try being in a hard cruddy chair all day! It didn't help that school made it so easy to just, doze off. He'd used to draw imaginary airplanes, some laser guns, or pizza on his homework. But his teachers would used to lector him on how he was lazy and not living up to his potential. One teacher even decided that the best way to get him to do homework was assigned him extra homework. Tests were the worst. He hated getting his tests back and looking up to see the teacher's reaction. It always was the same, "Oh well. Might as well give up now" He hated that look. It was the same look that Wally's parents gave him Whenever he brought home a D.
This started a lifelong habit of all nighters. When he started Middle school, he made a vow that no one will ever give him the same look that his teachers or parents used to give him ever again. It was the unhealthy habit of getting up at 3 am and finishing his homework in complete silence that earned him a place on the A&B honor roll from the 6th grade to the present. He still hated tests. Wally had to study harder for them which means getting up earlier. Then there was the test taking part which was always an hour of hell for him.
The questions were not even questions, more or less riddles with a potential yes, no, or not even close answer. Then there was the little white noises of the fluorescent light over his head making that Bzzzzz noise he always hated. The sounds of pencils scribbling over the white paper, and the sounds of the pages being turned. It was so much easier to look out the window and imagine what freedom would look like if he just decided to open the window, give his teacher the bird and yell "Later dorks!" and run off into the sunset. Instead, Wally was stuck inside,scribbling away like a maniac on the verge of panicking that he was going to fail.
The next test was just a quiz, maybe worth 10% of his grade, but at this point EVERYTHING counts. He had to get admitted into Harvard, even if it nearly killed him. The door to his room opened after a quick knock and Abby walked in as she stumbled over a flood papers, textbooks, and who knows what else. Abbys heart filled with sorrow as she looked at an overworked Wally crouched over his desk muttering formulas to his head until he could solve them in his sleep.
"Wally?! It's one in the morning?! What are you doing still up?!"
"I can't study in normal hours. This is the only time I got."
"Is your homework finished?"
"Yeah, just got a quiz monday."
Abby hated watching Wally work this hard. He was a smart kid if only he just payed attention. Or maybe he was trying to and not grasping the information. Whatever it is, it always left him sleep deprived, stressed, and unorganized. The worst part about all of this was Wally's pride. He almost never asks for help, not from his teachers, parents, and surely not Kuki. It's always been Abby he could trust. She at leasts tried to help him understand the material and sometimes even go as far as to reteach him what teachers failed to miss. Except this time, his stubbornness is going way too far.
"Wally, you have to go to bed… maybe get a tutor-"
"NO!" He nearly yelled greatly offended "I'm not stupid!"
"I never said you were?"
"No, but smart people don't get tutors…"
"They do!"
"Name one."
"You, if you agree to get one."
Wally was quiet. He stared and the jumbled up words of his textbook wondering if he was even capable of the high standard he set himself for. Maybe Kukis parents were right? Walled guessed that he could find a few colleges near Harvard and Kuki could go to classes, maybe even just work until Kuki finished school. What was he thinking? Harvard?! That's not where people like him belong. They belong to state colleges if there even lucky enough to get accepted. Abby placed her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him, but he shoved it away.
"Look, remember when you called me and told me that Kuki was pregnant."
Wally nodded his head 'yes'.
"Remember how I told you that you're a smart kid and you have to start setting a good example for your kid?"
"Yeah…"
"Well I think getting help is a good start."
"You don't understand."
"You're right, I don't. What I do understand is you're not going to get where you want if you keep this up."
"Just leave me alone…"
"Wally-"
"Go!" He said loud enough for Abby to know he was serious.
Abby left knowing that he just wanted to be alone, however that didn't stop her from whispering in her phone saying, "status update, Numbah four struggling. Numbah three still doesn't know."
Wally hated this. He hated school, he hated homework, he hated that he had to work ten times harder than any other kid, and now he has to get help with his tail between his legs like a stupid loser?! Only just cuz he had to prove his kid that isn't even born yet?! A deadly mixture of anger and frustration bubbled in his belly like lava ready to erupt and in a blind rage, he took all of the papers he's been using to study and shoved them off his desk all while screaming in agony.
Kuki woke up to Wally screaming and throwing papers in his room upstairs. She didn't dare see what this was all about, nonetheless she was still concerned for him. Mr Beetles shuffled downstairs with a pillow and a spare blanket completely exhausted and just wanting to get some sleep.
"Don't mind me dear, just heading to the car."
"The car?"
"Well a grown man can't sleep on the couch with a couple of teenagers now can he? Well that and you're already pregnant so theres really nothing we have to keep an eye on anymore."
"Is Wally ok?"
"I don't know… it's never been this bad before. Wallys always gotten up at the crack of dawn to finish his homework. Normally it's just some mild swearing at what not."
"And you've let this happen?"
"Well we took em to a school psychiatrist when he was little and they recommended a specialist. I didn't want them to tell me my son was slow so we tried sending him to a few boarding schools that specialized in learning disabilities. And… Well… You know Wally. He hated it so much he gotten himself kicked out every time."
"Didn't you try talking to him."
It's too early for Mr Beetles to be getting into his son's academic history. It didn't help that his wife was too tired to deal with him to, so she found her sleeping mask and sound canceling headphones. It wasn't bad except this made her snore louder than usual. Meanwhile he bumped into little Joey sleep walking and decided to move the furniture around. He found this out when he had the misfortune of tripping over an Ottoman and Joey mumbling "I can build the batter damn Mr. Beaver." All he could think about was crawling in the back of his roomy Ford Explorer to escape the screaming and a thousand questions Kuki probably prepared to ask.
"Of course we did! The boys been exhausting himself ever since he was thirteen. Now, I hate to be rude, but I have a screaming son, a sleepwalking interior designer, my lunatic wife snoring like a wildebeest, and a nice quiet car waiting for me! So goodnight."
"But it's almost two-"
"I said goodnight!"
Luckily for Wally, Kuki was not going to let his mental state of mind slip easy. She fell asleep to Wallys screams until he eventually crawled back in with the others and returned to wrapping his arms around Kuki.
"Wally it's four in the morning."
"Just go back to sleep, you two need some rest."
"You know this isn't healthy right?"
"Mmm your so comfy." He said as he nuzzled Kuki closer and finally fell asleep.
Kuki wasn't going to let Wally get away with this easy. If he's going to take care of her and the baby, she's going to at least help his mental health. Hearing Wally scream like that broke her heart and she was never going to hear that come out of him ever again.
