Over The Fence: Malum

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Michael smiled, setting his x box controller down. He could smell pizza. He knew his mother would be ordering out on their first night there. It was the perfect situation. He looked around at his opened unpacked boxes and sighed. The only thing hed managed to do was set up the x box. Then he got a bit... Distracted.

"Michael! Dinner!" His mother called. Michael smirked. Perfect timing. He bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. His parents had been hard at work unpacking things while he was supposed to be doing the same in his room. He felt a bit guilty. That is, until he saw three slices of hot pizza awaiting him on his plate. He snatched the plate and sniffed the pizza happily. Sure he hated moving, but the possibility of a good pizza place made everything worth while.

Before he bothered to sit, Michael took massive bite of pizza smiling at the flavor.

"This is mamazing!" He mumbled through a mouth full of food. His parents laughed and shook their heads.

"At least sit down with it, dear" his mother said playfully. Michael smiled sheepishly and sat between his parents.

"How's unpacking going?" His father asked. Michael gulped and shrugged.

"It's going..." He mumbled. His father sighed.

"Oh Michael. You really need to get better about these things. We understand it isn't your fault you get distracted but unpacking is an important process" he said. Michael frowned. He hated when his parents brought up his ADD. It made him feel strange and awkward. Michael looked up at the clock and examined it for a moment. 6 already. He didn't realize how long hed been playing call of duty.

"Michael did you hear your father?" His mother asked. Michael looked at her

"Huh?"

"Michael focus. How do you expect to hold a steady conversation if you don't focus?" Michael frowned again

"I'm sorry. I dont mean to..." He said, beginning to drum his fingers on the table. He always had to be moving in some small way. That's why he loved x box and playing the guitar. They kept him moving ever so slightly and made him focus. He knew he needed to focus more. He thought about it sometimes but ended up remembering something else and forgetting to work on it at all.

When Michael finished dinner, he rinsed his plate and was about to go back to his room when his mother gained his attention with a clear of her throat

"Why don't you go outside? You're always inside on that game! You could bring your guitar and play it out there if you'd like" she said. Michael sighed. He hated being outside. It was buggy and too hot and there were so many things that got him distracted. But he still went and grabbed his guitar and brought it outside with him. He began to strum quietly, singing Down by Blink-182 quietly. He jumped when he heard a voice.

"Wow you're a good singer!" It was coming from over the fence.