p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="db962c82379cda29ba8c9d77029ba018"Barten was a casual dog normally working at the office and coming back to his house. He lives alone which can be boring at times, but at least nice to focus with no one around. Barten sometimes has his nieces and nephews stay over or babysit. But most of the time he still struggles with his ADHD sometimes causing him to stay up at night./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="dae1aa798c8c241cef900fc9a55d7fe5"For the weekend his nephews Jakob, Hames, and John came over and spent the night at Barten's. It was Sunday evening when Bitters came to pick up his kids from his brother's. Knock Knock, "I'll get it!" Jakob said, zipping his gray jacket up. He opens the door seeing that his father is behind. "Hey Jakob, I see that you're already getting ready to go," Bitters says in a surprised tone. Barten normally lets the kids start getting ready to go when their parents get there. But I guess this time was something different. "Hey Barten, you got something going on for tonight," Bitters asked entering the kitchen which is where others were. "No, not really, why'd you ask?" Barten replied, tapping the side of his mechanical pencil that he sometimes carries at times. "Well, it's actually quite early for the kids to get ready to go. Is everything alright?" Bitters felt a little concerned for his little brother since he knew he lived alone most of the time. "Yeah I'm good, I guess I just want a night to think for a minute," Barten reassured the oldest. He smiled at the younger ones who were finishing their dinner that Barten prepared./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="de7ec099344ed7a07ce156f1796a7ec9"Everyone got into the car with all their stuff in the trunk. Bitters pulled out of the driveway and pulled down the window of his side. "Thanks, Barten!" "Tell Hiemer I said hi!" "He'll take it gladly!" the two shouted before Bitters drove off. Left standing in the drive, Barten just fidgeted with his pen. Clicking and spinning it around a few times. He went back inside and looked around the house feeling bored and energetic. Opening the fridge door, Barten finds the last of his sparkling water left. He pours it into a cup the bubbles of carbonated gas float up into the air. Taking a sip of its sour taste, Barten goes upstairs to his bedroom. There was a large amount of space in his room but very little furniture. Inside was only a bed, two nightstands that sat by the sides of the bed, and his laptop charging next to a charging port in the wall. Barten unplugged his computer from the cable and opened it up. He opened a new document for his work and typed in, 'Cinematic.' The bar in the typing space kept flashing waiting for anything that could be typed in. 'A line would be called just simple. But in any direction, it can be something more angled. If a word is repeated three times then you can form it into a line.' Barten's word choices were strange but curious. Clicking his pen against his thumb, he waited for something to come out of his poetic mind. But nothing did./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="9c8f8565087fdd7983b187365b6b54c7"Barten stood up from the bed he was sitting on and walked over to where he placed the sparkling water. Taking a sip felt weird all of a sudden. Like nothing happened to what he just tasted, it felt weak. He walks over to the kitchen again grabbing his phone that was placed on the counter. Barten unlocked and opened his messages seeing ones from his brother. 'Hey you get some sleep, please. Don't tire yourself out now,' Barten looked at the message for a while. He hasn't been really getting sleep for the past month and regularly stays up. This time Barten felt like he needed to take back on what Bitters texted him. He needed sleep./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="79d355d495309208de7afd9eb1abbaf7"Laying back in bed, Barten looked at the ceiling above him and pulled the covers. He didn't have this tired feeling lately because of his energetic attitude. Barten slowly closed his eyes seeing nothing but darkness. Warming darkness./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="dae1aa798c8c241cef900fc9a55d7fe5"For the weekend his nephews Jakob, Hames, and John came over and spent the night at Barten's. It was Sunday evening when Bitters came to pick up his kids from his brother's. Knock Knock, "I'll get it!" Jakob said, zipping his gray jacket up. He opens the door seeing that his father is behind. "Hey Jakob, I see that you're already getting ready to go," Bitters says in a surprised tone. Barten normally lets the kids start getting ready to go when their parents get there. But I guess this time was something different. "Hey Barten, you got something going on for tonight," Bitters asked entering the kitchen which is where others were. "No, not really, why'd you ask?" Barten replied, tapping the side of his mechanical pencil that he sometimes carries at times. "Well, it's actually quite early for the kids to get ready to go. Is everything alright?" Bitters felt a little concerned for his little brother since he knew he lived alone most of the time. "Yeah I'm good, I guess I just want a night to think for a minute," Barten reassured the oldest. He smiled at the younger ones who were finishing their dinner that Barten prepared./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="de7ec099344ed7a07ce156f1796a7ec9"Everyone got into the car with all their stuff in the trunk. Bitters pulled out of the driveway and pulled down the window of his side. "Thanks, Barten!" "Tell Hiemer I said hi!" "He'll take it gladly!" the two shouted before Bitters drove off. Left standing in the drive, Barten just fidgeted with his pen. Clicking and spinning it around a few times. He went back inside and looked around the house feeling bored and energetic. Opening the fridge door, Barten finds the last of his sparkling water left. He pours it into a cup the bubbles of carbonated gas float up into the air. Taking a sip of its sour taste, Barten goes upstairs to his bedroom. There was a large amount of space in his room but very little furniture. Inside was only a bed, two nightstands that sat by the sides of the bed, and his laptop charging next to a charging port in the wall. Barten unplugged his computer from the cable and opened it up. He opened a new document for his work and typed in, 'Cinematic.' The bar in the typing space kept flashing waiting for anything that could be typed in. 'A line would be called just simple. But in any direction, it can be something more angled. If a word is repeated three times then you can form it into a line.' Barten's word choices were strange but curious. Clicking his pen against his thumb, he waited for something to come out of his poetic mind. But nothing did./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="9c8f8565087fdd7983b187365b6b54c7"Barten stood up from the bed he was sitting on and walked over to where he placed the sparkling water. Taking a sip felt weird all of a sudden. Like nothing happened to what he just tasted, it felt weak. He walks over to the kitchen again grabbing his phone that was placed on the counter. Barten unlocked and opened his messages seeing ones from his brother. 'Hey you get some sleep, please. Don't tire yourself out now,' Barten looked at the message for a while. He hasn't been really getting sleep for the past month and regularly stays up. This time Barten felt like he needed to take back on what Bitters texted him. He needed sleep./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="79d355d495309208de7afd9eb1abbaf7"Laying back in bed, Barten looked at the ceiling above him and pulled the covers. He didn't have this tired feeling lately because of his energetic attitude. Barten slowly closed his eyes seeing nothing but darkness. Warming darkness./p
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