Feel For You (Short Stories)

Boredom

Based on the feeling of how I feel when I'm bored. xD

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Boredom

Tick tock tick tock.

The repetitive ticking and tocking of the grandfather clock rang out slicing the silence into pieces.

My family told me the clock was always here, even before we moved in. I don't know why we didn't get rid of the crappy thing. It might have been worth something by the looks of it.

When I asked my mother and father about selling it they just sighed and told me that I just didn't understand and when I 'grew up' I would.

Tick tock tick tock.

Funny thing. Even now, after a few years of living in this dump, I still don't understand.

My eyes gazed around surveying the heaps of junk strewn around the place. The only thing that seemed to actually be in place was the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room and surprise surprise the clock was no exception to the piles of trash and who knows what other surprises were in the clock itself and surrounding it.

Sighing I trudged into the kitchen, or what I thought was the kitchen, and opened the grimy fridge that had long past it's overdue date.

With mystery smudges and stains covering the fridge I wondered how long my parents had this thing. The damn old thing even had charred marks for peats sake!

The revolting thing in my kitchen was an insult to fridges everywhere.

As the 'fridge' squeaked open my hand darted out and I poked my head in, looking for something edible.

My eyes looked while my hands grabbed.

Half an Oreo. Grab.

Dried up biscuit. Grab.

Red brick. Gra-what? Ok no.

Half full water bottle. Defiantly grab.

With everything in my hands and nothing more except, the red brick, in the 'fridge' I closed the 'fridge' and shuffled my way through the trash to my room.

My room was probably the only bedroom in the house with no actual door to conceal it.

I'd like some privacy too please.

I looked at my doorway and sighed as no door appeared magically making my life easier.

Of course not. Life needed something to do and being Life, it needed to make doing something supposedly easy into an accomplishment.

Like if you wanted a door for example.

Instead of just buying a door and putting it in place with screws and bolts you'd have to have assistance from someone if you had an itty-bitty scratch that couldn't be reached. If that wasn't enough even with assistance you could still get hurt, cutting your on the something trying to help, tripping, and oh-so many other ways of annoying useless pricks of pain.

My favorite part of pain Life gave me was a hit to my funny bone. Only thing, it wasn't actually funny you see.

Tick tock tick tock.

Damn that insolent clock! "Why didn't I sell first chance I got?" I asked myself in a low angry murmur then felt completely stupid as my mind answered the question.

Your parents, remember?

Sitting in my roller chair, my boxers and the orange t-shirt I'd worn yesterday on, I started up the computer on my desk. While I sat waiting my hands moved the stuff surrounding the computer away, off to the side.

There was no one in the house so no one to talk to. My neighbors were out and about but didn't really look like people who'd talk to someone like me. My parents were taking a small vacation away from this place, and quite frankly I'd take one any day just together away from here.

I felt the emotion people called "Boredom."

Tick tock tick tock.

Complete and utter boredom.

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