Post by ianharris on Nov 7, 2009 16:44:13 GMT -5
The alarm clock went off, as it did every Friday, very early. Ian pulled a pillow over his head and moaned a little bit, praying that he would be allowed to go back to sleep. However, work was calling, and since Ian had spent a good month running around pretending to be at boarding school, he now had no room to be skipping work. Ian managed to pull himself out of the bed and change into his work uniform, despite his lack of sleep.
"It's going to be a long day..." He muttered to himself as he headed out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. His mother was already there, and making scrambled eggs. Ian's father was seated at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper. Ian sat across from his father, still feeling a bit foolish in his own kitchen after "eating" in the "Dunehelden Mess Hall" for so long.
"Anything good in the paper?" He asked.
His father shook his head. "Just the usual. The mayor's going to preside over the holiday festival. That should be interesting."
Ian nodded. "I suppose. But I think I have to work that weekend so I won't be able to go."
Ian's mother joined the two at the table, placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of both of them. Then she sat and began eating a third. As usual, neither of Ian's parents looked at him when they were talking, but that was okay, because he didn't look at them either.
"Ian," his mother said, staring down at her plate of food. "Don't forget to run by the bank and cash your paycheck."
Ian nodded. "Yes, mom." He hurriedly ate his food - he didn't want to be around his family longer than he had to. It was just awkward nowadays.
Ever since his little "stint" at Dunehelden University, things had gone from bad to worse. He was in to see the psychologist every day he wasn't working, and he was now taking a dozen different kinds of medications. Ian had tried to contract Dr. Fowler, but had received no response - clearly, the doctor was an illusion himself. But life went on. Ian was adjusting back to normalcy.
He just had to take it one day at a time.
"It's going to be a long day..." He muttered to himself as he headed out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. His mother was already there, and making scrambled eggs. Ian's father was seated at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper. Ian sat across from his father, still feeling a bit foolish in his own kitchen after "eating" in the "Dunehelden Mess Hall" for so long.
"Anything good in the paper?" He asked.
His father shook his head. "Just the usual. The mayor's going to preside over the holiday festival. That should be interesting."
Ian nodded. "I suppose. But I think I have to work that weekend so I won't be able to go."
Ian's mother joined the two at the table, placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of both of them. Then she sat and began eating a third. As usual, neither of Ian's parents looked at him when they were talking, but that was okay, because he didn't look at them either.
"Ian," his mother said, staring down at her plate of food. "Don't forget to run by the bank and cash your paycheck."
Ian nodded. "Yes, mom." He hurriedly ate his food - he didn't want to be around his family longer than he had to. It was just awkward nowadays.
Ever since his little "stint" at Dunehelden University, things had gone from bad to worse. He was in to see the psychologist every day he wasn't working, and he was now taking a dozen different kinds of medications. Ian had tried to contract Dr. Fowler, but had received no response - clearly, the doctor was an illusion himself. But life went on. Ian was adjusting back to normalcy.
He just had to take it one day at a time.