Finding A Purpose

Finding A Purpose: 2 Creature.

Chapter Two

I spend the next day unloading bags and unpacking things into my room. After what seemed like forever my room finally looked how it was back home or something similar to it I guess.

I arrived on Monday and was jet-lagged from the two-hour drive that I slept the first day I got here. I remembered first greeting Jean and Sam, just the same as the last time I saw them. They had a average sized house or thats what it looked like from the outside once you come inside it's completely different. It has practically everything as the fun rooms are down under some basement thing.

I asked why, they said that it looks like a average-looking house and is less likely to be robbed etc. which I think is pretty well-thought out. So as soon as I met them that morning I excused myself claiming that I was going to go unpack and fell asleep. So here I am, finished what I was supposed to have done yesterday. It's like noon now and I haven't even had breakfast yet and I'm pretty sure that they think that I'm still sleeping.

Jumping down the stairs two at a time I realise that the house is completely empty.

"Hello, anyone home?"

There was no answer so I figured Sam and Jean must have been at work. Opening the fridge I look for orange juice. Forgetting that this isn't my house I gulp the carton down like I'm dying. Oh, well it is now. Closing the fridge again I see a bright pink sticky note under a couple of magnets.

Summ,

Gone to work. Make yourself at home.

We'll be back at eight.

Sam&Jean. xo

Great what am I supposed to do. I don't know anybody so I guess I'm just going to have to just kick it at home. I remembered them saying that there was a game room somewhere. Yep that's what I'm doing. Wanting and actually having are two completely different things because finding this game room almost proved impossible.

So far, I counted that there are about five spare rooms one mine and one that looked occupied. I'd have to ask Sam and Jean about that.

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Finding nothing on the top floor I decide to explore down stairs and hopefully will find it there. Instead there are unpacked boxes that are filled with photo albums. Being the nosy person that I am I decided to have a look at them. Mostly filled with old photos that were I stumble across a photo that has my dad in it. Immediately I peel the clear plastic off that photo and just stare at it.

Man, I miss my dad. It just refreshes the memories, I feel tears forming, I quickly blink them away.

"Who are you?"

"Ahhh, shit man." I turned to suspect the voice and am faced with a very, nice-looking guy. Since it's kinda dark I cant really see him properly but I can tell he has brownish/ blackish hair. He looks at me like I'm some kind of criminal.

"Well, what are you doing in Jean's house?"

"I live here. Who are you?"

"I'm An-"

Before he can even reply I cut him off. "Well, who cares?"

"You don't live here, I wou-"

"Well, I do. Do you know where I could find the game room?" This kid has nerve. I don't even know who he is but I don't really care either.

"Could you stop cutting-"

"Do you?" Not waiting for his reply I turn to walk past him until he grabs my wrist.