Flying Solo {Completed}

Chapter 4

7:13 A.M

Stan Marsh

He was walking his dog Sparky. They were walking through a huge mansion with many large and beautiful rooms, but the house was the forest and the rooms were made of threes. The trunks grew close together to form walls and he found he could walk through the walls and enter clearings lit from above by soft light that sliced threw the leafy branches. He entered one forest room where the light was so green and pure he sat down for a moment and closed his eyes. The dog came and sat close by him. Stan had a hunting rifle, holding it loosely with the safety and the chamber empty. 

"Hey!" A hand roughly shook his shoulder. 

"Hey! WAKE UP!" Stan blinked and opened his eyes and saw Shelley. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He hated getting bumped out of a dream, especially a good one. 

"C'mon turd, It's almost quarter past. You better get a move on or you'll miss the bus again"

Stan glanced at the clock barely twenty minutes before the school bus came. He waited until Shelley left the room before he got out of bed. From the top drawer he dug out a clean pair of socks and underwear. He couldn't find any clean T-shirts. And not a single clean pair of jeans. He went to the pile of clothes on the floor and dug threw them until he found a pair of shorts and a shirt that didn't look so bad. 

In the kitchen Shelley was sipping a cup of coffee and staring out the window. Behind her on the counter, Stan made a quick count mentally of all the empty brown and green beer bottles clattered across the kitchen and living room. Eleven. 

"Top of the morning to you" she greeted. She has recently gotten her headgear taken off and she was a much happier person. But she tried to cat like she was older than she actually was. 

"Hi" he didn't have to ask where Dad was. Passed out in the bedroom. Sleeping it off. 

"You've got quite a pile of dirty clothes in your room" Shelley remarked "Smells like a locker room in their. Would you clean those up today Stan, please? I can throw them in the laundry after school" 

Shelley reminded Stan of his mother. His mom left a year ago, but visits frequently. 

He opened the fridge "We got any bagels?" he asked, scanning the fridge with his yes. Nothing.  

"We're out" Shelley answered and sipped her coffee "I'll take Dad's credit card and head down to the store after school"

His stomach was growling something fierce. He yanked a can of soda from a six pack and tucked it into his backpack. The he went back to his room, grabbing a candy bar from the top of his dresser top. 

He then slipped out of the house.