The Devil Next Door

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Thompson, or Tom as the boy likes to be called, is fast sleeping on his bed. He was worn out from school and from having to do all of the housework while his mother sat in a chair and watched, pointing out the minor things he failed to do, which irritated him. He hated it when she did that, but he got used to it; he only liked cleaning when he decided to do it, not when someone forced him to. He didn't know why, but he preferred it this way; he also enjoyed listening to music while cleaning. Not paying attention to the voice of someone who is bossing him around.

As the young boy slept, the door to his room unexpectedly swung open. A voice called his name, waking him up. He promptly sat up, a tired expression on his face, and turned to the door of his room to see who was speaking to him. It was his mother, with an angry expression on her face. She snarled, "Thompson, you did not take out the trash before going to bed! I cannot believe you are so careless. Go and do it now!"

Tom grumbled and rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed and heading to the door. He passed his mother, who gave him an intense glare, before proceeding to the kitchen. "When you're finished bringing out the garbage, go get ready for school! And hurry; I'm going to be late for work!" The mom yelled at her son before walking away to her room to continue getting dressed. The teenage boy rolled his eyes and groaned. When he got to the kitchen, he opened the cupboard under the sink to look for a clean garbage bag. He spotted one in the back, grabbed it, and tied it to the garbage can's rim. He raised the sack, hearing the sloshing of an unidentified liquid inside. It smelt like old food and mildew, something he had come to despise.

Tom grimaces and ties the sack tightly before heading towards the back door. He takes a moment to look out the window and enjoy the first light of dawn. The sky is awash in pinks and purples, and the air is still cold and peaceful before the day's activities begin. He lets out a big sigh, the weight of his mother's words still lingering. He put on his sandals that were at the door and opened it, going out into the cool morning air. The damp grass beneath his feet sent shivers up his spine, yet the fresh air felt good after the stuffy smell of the kitchen. He moves over to the garbage container, the bag sloshing and rustling with each step. Upon reaching the garbage can, Tom lifts the lid and tosses the bag inside. The sound of crinkling plastic and the thud of the bag hitting the bottom of the can echo in the still morning air.

With a frown, the young boy turned around and went back inside. As soon as he came back inside, he took off his sandals and went to the restroom to wash his hands. Then he closed the door and went to his room. He searched his room to find anything to wear. His room was a complete mess; it was hard to find anything because of his clothes scattered all over the floor. Tom muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself for not keeping his room tidy. After a few minutes of looking, he eventually found some clothing.

He swiftly changed out of his pajamas and put on fresh clothing. When he finished, he looked in the mirror in his room. He was dressed in a blue hoodie that wasn't zipped up; the hoodie was slightly big, adding to the relaxed feeling. He is wearing a white and dark striped polo shirt under the hoodie. The collar and part of the design are exposed, providing a burst of contrast to the outfit. The pants are khaki-colored, fitting, and slightly cuffed around the ankles. The Brit is wearing brown lace-up boots, most likely made of leather or a leather-like material, which adds a rugged, outdoor-inspired touch to the overall look. Finally, he has a light brown beanie, which adds a relaxed and cozy vibe to the rest of his attire.

He rushed into the bathroom to quickly clean his teeth; he rarely brushes his hair; he just leaves it as is. Making it look a little messy. When he was finished, he dried his mouth and left the bathroom. He retrieved his backpack from the floor of his room; it has a chequered design, which Tom likes.

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