Time Is The Key To Everything

Chapter 6: Thanksgiving

Author's note: Chapter's in James' POV.

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I rolled out of bed, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I quickly threw on an awesome outfit before heading downstairs to meet up with my brother for breakfast.

I noticed that no one in the house was awake yet so I decided to make breakfast for myself. I cracked two eggs into a frying pan and put a piece of cheese on top of them.

I placed toast into the toaster oven while I cooked the eggs. I then attempted to flip the eggs into a perfect omelet, but failed. I frustratingly smashed them up into scrambled eggs.

While I cooked the eggs, a horrible smell floated from the toaster. Quickly rushing over to the toaster, I turned it off. I tried to pull out the burned toast with bare hands.

"Shit." I cursed when I burned my hand.

I turned on the faucet and cold water rushed over my hands. I panicked again when I smelled the scrambled eggs starting to burn, too. By the time I shut off the water and dried my hands, the eggs were completely burned as well. I sighed and threw out the ruined food.

"Why is cooking so damn hard?" I muttered under my breath.

I grabbed a simple bowl of cereal and decided to eat that instead. Cereal was one thing that could not be burned easily.

I finished eating and I heard the front door open as I washed out my bowl. Voices poured into the room. I walked over to see my brother and Faizan entering the house. The little black haired boy was overly excited for whatever reason and my brother was as serious as ever.

I smirked and went over to annoy him. I threw an arm over his shoulder.

"Hey Joshie, the awesome me was just about to make breakfast for both of you." I semi-lied.

I would have totally given them some of my fantastic breakfast if I hadn't burnt it.

"Thanks, but we just went out for breakfast." The Turkish guy said and shrugged off my shoulder.

"Oh ok." I said simply with a hint of sadness.

"We're going to Jed's later for some sort of turkey feast though if you want to join us." Josh continued.

"Jed makes good turkey on Thanksgiving!" Faizan commented.

I smiled thinking about the feast later that afternoon. Cassidy and Paul will most likely be there, I thought.

"Sure, that would be great, West. I'll meet you guys over there after I go on my daily hunting trip." I told them and set off to my room.

Shortly after I had gathered my gun, I was bounding off into the woods. I loved the forest more than any other place in the world. Underneath the cover of green trees, I could just be myself.

My dad first took me to the woods on a hunting trip when I was only five years old. From that day forward, he took me out into the forest every day.

When I got to be around the age of eight or so, he slowly stopped caring for me and taking me on these trips. By the time I was ten, he had come to ignoring me completely. It was as if some evil spirit had entrapped him. He paid attention to no one but himself.

The day of my eleventh birthday felt like the first time I really even cried. My father snapped and kicked me out of his house for no good reason. I took a few bruises along with me as I ran out of the front door. Naturally, the first place I fled to was the woods.

I snapped back into reality and started searching for signs of nearby animals to hunt. The gun in my hands felt unusually heavy as I searched. I kept drifting off into more memories about my father.