LIFE Academy Rewrite/Au. (In Progress.)

Introduction.

Moving Back to School.

     Sounds are playing from a T.V. In a nice suburban house. Ryan is picking up boxes while walking to the car to put them away. He returns to the house and sees Bridgette on the couch taking a nap, she has done her part. He looks away and continues to grab the second and final box. He lifts it; however, accidentally slams into the table. He winces, but the pain fades quickly until he notices a loud crack, a picture frame had fallen to the ground. A large crevice had formed, reaching corner to corner.

     "Oh f- crap-p-p. Come on." Ryan sighs. His mother, Clementine, calls for him. She is upstairs yelling. "Ryan are you okay?? I heard something fall." Ryan's mom walks back down from upstairs. She sees Ryan putting down a box and sees him picking up a framed picture.

     "Oh no! The frame did it break?"

     "Yeah it did the frame broke. Sorry, mom, I didn't mean to break it- I just didn't get out of the way of the drawer." Ryan's mom breaths, she's not mad.

     "Don't worry Ryan it's fine, I can buy another one plus this frame is pretty old anyhow." She picks up the bigger glass shards and tells Bridgette to go get the vacuum so she can suck up the smaller pieces. Bridgette groans.

     "Bridgette." Clementine says in an annoyed-ish tone, "Yes, I am-- going." She says as she gets up from the couch and turns off the TV.

     "You can continue moving the boxes, Ryan. I will clean this up don't worry okay?" Ryan nods, grabbing the boxes and continuing to move them.

     A few hours have passed it is now three P.M. Ryan's Mother calls him to get ready so they can leave to go to the academy, he calls back.

     "Bridgette come on Get ready. You aren't even dressed right!" Ryan hits her head in a rough but playful manner.

     "Okay okay, Ryan. Chill dude I'm going!" Ryan snickers quietly to himself as he sees Bridgette getting up from the couch and going to her room to change.

Eventually they are all ready to go into the car as everything is packed up.

"Okay, Ryan and Bridgette. You two are ready? You have everything righttt?" She asked making sure they have all the things needed.

"Oh! My sketchbook! Mom get the car ready I'm going to get it! Be back!" Ryan ran into the house and leaves the door open.

"He always does this." Bridgette said with an none amused tone. Ryan's mom gave her a small look.

     "Come on where is it! Fuck!" Ryan says in a rush while looking for it. He went on his knees and lit his finger on a low lit fire as he looked underneath the bed, he sees it and grabs it. "It must've fallen I guess." He said as he made sure nothing fell out, he has his art stuff ready. This is his designer book, for clothing. He always wanted to share them but he felt like he wasn't ready to. Maybe never even.

     He then ran back down and closes the door and locked it as the back door was always open just in case whenever they leave. He went into the car and Bridgette looked at him. She wasn't surprised that he had forgotten it, "You always forget it." She says rudely.

He sighed in annoyance, "I know that Bridgette."

(End of introduction.)