The ride on the public hypo-train home was filled with me repeating the last question in my head. I have never thought about who I am. Not as person. Not as someone who exist. The puple and metallic sliding doors on the train open. A boy named , Rinki decides to hit me on the back of the head as I get of the train. Oh well. I open the door to my house. The large amount of papers around make it look busy.
" Jason? Is that you?" I can here my father say from hes office.
"Yes its me." I reply.
I hang backpack on the back of a dining chair and run down to the basement to my room. My neeat and organized room is a complete opposite from upstairs. The most expensive thing in my house woulld be my computer. It cost 170 Russian Ruble.
After about an hour of being home on my computer , my father calls me upstairs to eat. Rice and chicken with water. Fantastic. As we sit to eat , my father asks me how the test went.
"What do you mean?" I ask
"I mean how do you think you did." He replies
"I think I did okay."
"Define okay."
"It was fine. Im sure I'll pass."
"Good."
The rest of our meal is eaten in silence. Then , theres a knock at the door.
