Moonlit Revenge

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Caught In The Moonlight

Saturday, March 28th, 2020, 7:50 PM.
My House, Pleasantdale.

Over a week has sluggishly crawled by since the blow-darting incident occurred, and my mom and I have finally moved on from the whole ordeal. Thankfully, I didn't feel anything out-of-the-norm so far, which is quite surprising to me, but that's a good thing; I consider myself extremely lucky that nothing bad happened to me so far.

The time that showed on the kitchen clock was 7:50 PM, and today my mom is getting ready to go out to a Queensrÿche concert tonight with a few of her friends. She told me to be careful (to be expected because of what recently happened) and to call my grandma if I need anything or if anything happens since she won't be home until two in the morning, not to mention she won't be able to hear her phone's ringer over the blaring concert speakers. She also told me to be ready for bed at ten-thirty and to stay up no later than eleven o'clock. After she was done getting ready, she hugged and kissed me goodbye, and headed out the door, starting up her car and leaving the driveway.

Now I'm all alone, by myself. The household inhabited nobody else; no siblings, no other parents or guardians, no pets, nobody nor nothing. Just a teenager left to his own devices for the night until dawn arrives.

What should I do to entertain myself?

I play too much Roblox.

Heck, too much videogames, even.

It was at that moment I decided to myself, I needed to do something more productive instead of staring at a flashing screen twenty-four-seven as every other teenager would. Look, I'm not a waste-of-space person; I have a whole future ahead of me.

Let's do something productive tonight.

How about talking to a friend, asking them how life has been going?

What about learning how to draw for once? That's something I've been trying to do but had no confidence in.

Maybe grab some weights and exercise, or get on the exercise bike in the living room and pedal to the metal until I can't anymore?

Speaking of exercise, I need to fill out my log for PE since it was due last Friday. I haven't been able to get to it because I had a big project to do for science, and it got in the way of doing productive things. Thankfully that's out of the way, so I'll try and fill out the final week by going on the bike. I am required to do at least one hour and thirty minutes of exercise every week, and I have three weeks per log, but this week I was busy like I said before. I do have thirty minutes of walking logged in, so an hour is left.

Enough chit-chat, let's get down to business. After that, I'll hang with my friends online as a reward.

Let's do this.

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10:45 PM.

After what felt like forever, I managed to push through an intense hour of biking, with five-minute breaks sprinkled here and there. After that, I talked with my friends online for the rest of my time before bed, having a blast. But now I have to start getting ready to hit the bricks, and I do this by brushing my teeth, getting my bedtime clothes on, and plugging in my phone to refill on battery juice.

When the time came, my hand then met with the light switch on the wall, shutting off the cozy bedroom light, making my room become nearly pitch black. Before my body got onto my comfy bed so I could close my eyes to sleep the night away, some part of me wanted to open the blinds for some bizarre reason. It was unclear why that was, but I just wanted to. Maybe to let the morning light in when morning comes? Who fucking knows at this point; my memory and reasoning are crumbling from the pressure of piles of schoolwork being carelessly dished out at me.