Summary:
greg pov
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for .)
"Greg!"
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the voice of my mother, Susan, from the bottom of the stairs.
I sigh, putting down my pencil and closing my journal, getting off of my bed and to the top of the stairs.
Well, I thought. It's not like one moment will ruin my dream.
"What is it?" I ask, hiding my irritation.
Mother looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs.
"Well... dear... someone err... wants to see you..."
I felt my irritation be washed away by a wave of confusion.
After all, I'm not famous yet, nor had I committed any crime that I was aware of, so it made no sense why someone would want to see me.
"Why? What do they want me for? A trip to the moon?" I ask, confused but adding my signature sarcasm in the mix.
My mother rolled her eyes, for some reason not amused by my peak sense of humor.
"Very funny Gregorius. No, it's not about a trip to the moon."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Than what could it possibly be for?" I ask.
Mother sighs.
