The NEWBIE

Chapter 41

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JACK

"Your Mom is going to arrive soon so I better get your own room ready so that your Mom get her's back." Grandpa said as he drove me back to their house.

"So... am I going to help you with that?" I said while my eyes were focused outside the window.

"No, no." Grandma brushed my hair to the back. "You need to relax on that recliner and watch some TV or whatever it is that men like to do."

"I've been doing nothing for the past few days, I'm going to die if I don't move some muscles." I grunted.

"Don't exaggerate, boy." Grandpa chuckled. "I'd pay anything just to sit in front of the TV and watch some recorded episodes of Grey's Anatomy all day long doing nothing."

"You watch that?" My eyebrow furrowed when I shot him a look.

"Everybody does." he answered and turned on the radio.

***

The whole morning, I've been pampered by my grandmother and to be honest, I really like the treatment.

All I did was sit on a recliner with a thick blanket covering my body while my hands were on a big bowl of potato chips.

Grandpa even got his old DVD player fixed so I got a whole day dedicated on watching a marathon of all Lord of The Rings films.

Who knew my grandparents owned them? Because I didn't.

This former torture chamber just miraculously transformed into a safe haven.

While I was in the middle of my film, I heard a loud thump from from the ceiling. I stood up from where I was and then ran upstairs. I heard mutterings inside the room where Grandpa said I was supposed to sleep so I quickly turned the doorknob and opened the door.

When the door opened, I saw Grandpa on the floor, caressing his head that has a little bruise on it.

"What happened?" I said. I kneeled right next to him and help him up. I assisted him to a bed where he sat.

"Well, I was trying to fix the bed's headboard when I accidentally hit the wall that caused the shelf to fall on my head." he explained.

"I'll bring you downstairs to get your forehead iced while I finish working on this room, okay?" I suggested.

I did as I said and brought him to the kitchen where Grandma gave him first aid. After that, I sadly cancelled my marathon and turned off the TV since I told Grandpa that I'll take care of that extra room.

Grandpa had already removed the boxes and stuff but there was still one left on top of the bed. I decided to take the box out after I finish dusting the room. I hid the shelf that had fallen on Grandpa's head a while ago under the bed and then started sweeping off some cobwebs and dust that fell from the ceiling.

I don't know how many times I sneezed while doing this task but I was pretty sure it was a lot.

I took a stool from downstairs and tried sweeping off the cobwebs on the ceiling but then I realized I had disturbed an animal's natural habitat.

A spider came down from it's home so I hit it with the broom. The spider swooped down, smoothly without even getting hurt by my broom-hitting skills which is pretty much a let down.

Truth be told, I don't know why I'm trying to kill a creature that's not even trying to harm me but it's like a chain reaction, whenever there's an insect, I kill it.