George stared at the ceiling of his bunk bed, listening as Karl released small breaths of air that sounded close to that of a snore, but really wasn't.
He was recounting the events of the day prior. He'd watched the children play around the training area while he practiced with Dream. They were safe, not getting in the direct range, but went a little further away to practice themselves.
George wouldn't really consider it hardcore practice, as they only used a couple of spare sticks, but they insisted on doing so when advised about the probability of there being a spy.
Dream was also relaxing more, not wanting to damage his arm any more than he had to. So instead, he more so guided George.
And after that, he spent a handful of hours looking for Ranboo's diary which he seemed to misplace. George wasn't that concerned knowing that it was somewhere in the stronghold, they just had to find it. In the meanwhile, Ranboo was given another temporary notebook.
George smiled as he remembered a different memory that the situation had unlocked. It hadn't caused him such pain as the other, more important ones seemed to be. Dream figured it could be accounted for the fact that whoever created the simulation wanted him to be left in the dark, as the letter suggested, leaving him with only the ability to retrieve memories that didn't reveal much about his outside life.
And the memory? George searching for something he'd lost.
"Mom?" He called, seeking help. For some unknown reason, mothers seemed to always have a sixth sense that was keen on finding lost things. He could never explain it, but he could now remember multiple times he'd lost something and suddenly his mom had found it.
"Yeah, sweetie?" She came from another room.
His own was filled with pictures of himself and Karl along with someone else he had never seen before. There were other photos but he didn't pay much attention to them. It looked like the typical teenage bedroom.
"Can you help me find my book? I need it for my presentation today."
After looking for about ten minutes, he still couldn't find it. It seemed this was a thing or the superwoman of a mom he had.
Just as he predicted, after only a couple of minutes of looking, she found it near the bottom of his closet. George never remembered putting it there, but somehow it was.
"What's your presentation on?" She asked, walking out into their kitchen as she started to rearrange things on the table.
"Homelessness," the boy answered. He was in his first year of high school. "It's because of that 'Change the World' speech we were shown."
"Oh? You mean the one from President Soot?" She questioned.
"Yeah."
"I thought you were doing the presentation on the need for representation in the LGBTQ+ community," Mom commented.
When George remembered that part, he smiled. At that point, he wasn't sure what his sexuality was. He often questioned it, still unsure. However, having been an ally anyway, he figured he would choose that as his topic. Someone had to speak upon it in his homophobic school because no one else would.
"I was, but Karl took that idea from me," he rolled his eyes.
Karl was older than him, but they shared an AP English Language class.
It was okay, a topic on homelessness was important too.
My mom only laughed.
"You know I saw Soot's election campaign on the news," someone chimed in. They looked similar to George and he remembered it was his dad.
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Fiksi Penggemar⇥ A crisp air entered his lungs as a sharp pain cut at his throat, waking him up from his dazed sleep. As he opened his eyes, he squinted, the white sky much too bright despite the darkness around him. "Dream?" He asked, his head positioned on th...
