Roads Long Forgotten [CANCELLED]

Chapter 3: The Procrastination Is Strong With This One

Finally, they're gone. I think as I hear the garage door close behind my father's car. Honestly, it takes them hours to leave the house in the morning. But somehow, I managed to convince them that 10:30 was an appropriate time to leave, rather than the usual 11:45 which often involves masses of cursing and rushing. Parents these days, am I right?

Anyways, clingy parents aside, today is the day I shall set out on my (current) life goal; making the perfect breakfast burrito. Yeah, I know, it sounds lame. But what else can I do? It's not like I have any friends as my parents literally never let me leave the house except for doctor's appointments. To be honest, my only real friend is my brother Blake. Talk about a social hermit. Anyways, back to the burrito.

It's been a struggle finding a good hobby, with the whole wheelchair thing. I've dabbled in pretty much everything at this point, and cooking is my current passion. Thus, I make it a goal to accomplish some sort of cooking feat everyday. Today is the day I tackle the elusive breakfast burrito. It may take awhile, but I have plenty of time. My parents don't usually get home until around 7:30 or 8:00 at night.

Cooking can be quite the challenge when you're in a wheelchair, thus I often enlist the aide of my wonderful assistant and twin brother, Blake. Now, one may be wondering, "Why are these teenagers at home and not school?" The answer to that, my dear inner dialogue, is in fact quite simple: we're home schooled. I know, it's probably not what one would expect, but my parents are really overprotective and don't want Collin and I to get bullied in school. I mean, I can't really blame them, they only want what's best for us. Besides, everything I could get at public school can be provided by either myself and/or the Internet. Anyways, back to the whole burrito thing.