You, Me, And Him

Chapter 3

My sister's voice made me freeze.

In horror I turned around slowly plastering a smile on my face.

"Gwen" I called back to her with sweetness in my voice.

"What are you doing up Quincy" her voice seemed cold and hardened with me

"I had to go to the bathroom." I lied to her. She isn't exactly nice when she finds things out.

"Are you sure about that?" Her voice reminded me of mother when she would scold me as a child.

"Yes mam" I saluted to her. When I did this she giggled and poof nothing happened between us this morning.

"I'm going back to bed. Okay Gwen" I asked her carefully not wanting to anger her. For an eight year old she had a huge anger.

"Okay Quincy" then she walked off into the living room.

Walking to my room again, I wished I was closer to the basement it would make things easier. But sadly it isn't and I haft to deal with it.

Laying down I knew I wouldn't be falling back to sleep I never do, sleep doesn't come easily anymore. Because I've become addicted to being awake to always see everything so that I don't miss anything in case it ends sooner then I wish.

It's .... What day is it? Getting up I walk to my door.

Wait. Do I want to go back out there? 

Just to know the day?

 Hmm.

 No. 

I open the door to go check the day.

I never do what I decide on,  just what is supposed to be done.

Stupid? Yes. Very Stupid? Yes. Yet I don't stop doing it.

My bare foot hit the cold wood floors once again.

Walking almost zombie like to the living room.

Gwen was watching one of her TV. shows its had a lot of unnecessary singing.

But then again she's eight.

Running my fingers on the cold steel door of the fridge I flip open the calendar.

It Sunday.

Great tomorrow is going to be horrible.

I'm smart don't get me wrong but I'm too smart a geek or nerd I don't fit in with others.

It's going to be a boring day.

So walking back to my room I set my alarm clock and lay on my bed for the rest of the day.

See boring yet peaceful if only everyday was like this.