HIII OKAY SO UHHH...yeah I'm here now fellas cue the boogie party. After gaining the thumbs up from one person in the announcements section, I decided to pull this up from my attic in my brain and spit it on here. This is a preview, lowkey actually the start of the story uhm. May be subject to change but there's a good chance it isn't. Anyways enjoy broskis, this is just all together 562 words.
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"We'll be off Toms, if anything suspicious happens make sure to call us, Ideally we wou-"
The door slammed shut.
Of course he doesn't have to follow whatever his pa said since he didn't exactly complete the sentence, but he knew better. Thomas Finch, the slick middle child of the Finch family, is not particularly ecstatic to stay in his room from noon to morning if you pardon his attitude. He lazily threw his legs over the edge of the couch and mournfully got up, swiping his half empty water bottle and gulping down the last contents as he put his other hand on his hip.
The first few times of him being left alone was absolutely wonderful. He started throwing parties, the only attendees were bugs though, and stayed up till he forgot how to add single digit numbers. Now it was just a "oh no! Not cool! Come back before this house turns into a bonfire meetup area!" moment.
Call him a sufferer of abandonment issues and he'll accept it. He let out a bored sigh as he strode into the kitchen, almost embarrassingly knocking himself into the doorway. Now how is that possible, the doorway could literally fit two beefy men? He decided not to start calculating his area with height + width as he pulled open the drawer for the trash bin and tossed the bottle inside, shutting it with his foot as he hunched himself over the sink. No he's not throwing up, he was simply just too scared to down a bottle of the vile wine they've got in the cupboard (eugh how do adults do it?).
He stared out the window above the sink, cocking his eyes like a pistol around the view as he mindlessly messed with the handles. Listen, they're rich, they can afford a higher water bill. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he slightly aimed for a murder to happen so he could report it on the glorious FOX News and end up on some kind of crime show. He needed some spice around he-
CRASH
BANG
"Oops"
With a painfully sharp inhale and a possible severed nerve in his neck, he bolted out of the kitchen whilst leaving the water running which was the least of his problems. He forgot to take a chair with him but screw it, he's got fists for a reason. He slid on the weirdly smooth and cold wooden floors as held his fists up in a fighting stance, but nothing out of the ordinary was in the living room...unless he had negative thousand vision.
However he is going to mention that a box is plain in the middle of the room. He ignored the shattered glass surrounding the package and the chilly breeze that breached the home, staring intently with his brows essentially becoming one. Slowly letting his guard down as he figured out nobody was trying to slit his throat, he shuffled closer to the box. Advancing one foot at a time slowly.
