Wasteland Conqueror

Chapter 14: School

Date September 1st, 2255

Four years later.

Haa, my first day of school in this world, this shit is going to suck.

Not looking forward to the dreadfully boring time I'll be subjected to in a bit here. I reluctantly got dressed and headed out of my room down my home's light gray hallway to the living room, where both of my parents were having their morning coffee and tea.

"Morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" Mom asked me in her usual bright voice.

"Not too bad, but do I really have to go to school? It's not like they can teach me anything I already don't know." I answered her before asking whether it was really necessary for me to go, not sounding too pleased.

"Yes, you have to, son. Even if they can't teach you anything, you still need the social interaction you'll get from it." My father reluctantly answered me.

"It's not like I'm socially awkward or anything and don't I already get plenty of interaction with Alice almost every single day of the week, isn't that enough?" I countered, attempting to use reason to weasel my way out of having my time wasted at school.

"You're not, but just the two of you hanging out together isn't really sufficient in our eyes, so you'll need to interact with other children around your age." He countered back, though I saw the cracks beginning to form.

I have my old man on the ropes, hehe.

"Mom and dad, do you really want to stifle my learning by sending me to school to waste a good part of my life learning things I already know?" I followed up, not the least bit ready to admit defeat and resign myself to wasting my time at school.

Pulling out my legendary secret weapon, the glistening eyes mom caved first. "Well, how about you give it a try, at least for the first day, and if you still don't want to, we'll discuss a compromise. How does that sound?"

"Okay deal. I'll try the first day and if I still don't want to go, we'll come up with a compromise later when you guys come back from work." I answered her before both she and I turned and looked at my father, waiting for his answer.

"Fine, you win son." He answered reluctantly, though relieved from the looks of it, that I would at least give it a try.

After a few cheers from me, dad decided to cook breakfast for the bunch of us. Giving mom a break from chef duties for once, even though mom didn't seem all that happy about not being able to cook like normal. But whatever, she needed a break every once in a while.

When dad finished cooking and brought the food to the table, he and I both immediately started ravenously devouring the food after mom filled her plate with what she wanted. Several minutes into eating, there was less than a third left of what dad prepared. Thus, the two of us engaged in a battle with each other for what little was left, causing mom to occasionally giggle at our antics.

*Burp*

"Your cooking was pretty good, dad. But still nowhere near as good as mom's." I complimented him with a smirk on my face while patting my full belly.

"Why don't you just appreciate my cooking, you little rascal, without putting me down. And of course, it will never be as good as your mother's." Dad responded while clearly faking that he was annoyed.

With my mother smiling and clearly happy with dad's and I's back-and-forth breakfast came to an end. So with all of us fueled up, the three of us began getting ready for the day while the very handy Miss Maid robot my parents bought four years back got to cleaning up the mess we left behind upon finishing our meal.