Ordinarily Normal

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

I come back to reality and try to focus on cooking the casserole but my mind keeps wandering as to why they aren't back yet. They have jobs which mean that they can get home for me after school so why aren't they back? And surely they can't be 5 hours and 3 minutes late because they would have at least let me know, but I've got nothing. Not so much as a text. Both work in the Government but as I've already said they do special hours to go with my routine.

Whilst putting the casserole in the oven I set the alarm for 45 minutes cooking time. Oven alarms are not precise as they only go round to a minute where as I think they should do seconds too. Then I go and set the table. The table cloths spread out and there are 3 plates, 3 forks, 3 knives and 4 napkins. Also 5 candles of different colours stand in the middle of the table alight. Their spark flickers and it looks like the flame is dancing. I crouch down to look through the gas from the fire and what's in front of me looks hazy. I love this view as it seems surreal but you know you're in your home. It's one of the best sights to see and I could sit there for hours but there's no time. Dinner has got to be ready in the hope my parents come home any  minute and it does turn out to be some sort of test! I don't think this is true but you can never be sure, can you?

As I serve the casserole onto the porcelain plates I can't help but question, why have mum & dad not got back yet, where are they what are they doing and what am I supposed to do. These thoughts race through my head and I rack my brain to see if they would have left anything to suggest where they have gone. Nothing arose, no sign or anything to determine where they are. I'm angry and frustrated, why have I just been left all evening, everybody knows how my evening structure has to go to plan or it causes problems.

It's 8:51pm, 8:51pm, really. Is it really that late, they say 'time flies when you're having fun' but boy does time fly when you're scared out of your wits sometimes too. Suppose now it's dark, I'm all alone some serial killer could come and dispose of me, just like that. No thought or meaning. My parents need to get home this is not fair, I mean I know I'm getting older but gosh, don't leave me for hours on end like this.

During setting the table I decide they won't be coming back in time to eat tea. It's more likely that the  earth will get swallowed up by the only sun we have than my parents to arrive home this evening for tea. I still sit down at the table and hope and pray that they get back in time. I watch the dinners go cold and think about how I'm going to have to put those meals in the microwave even if they get back now. 9:13pm, I give up, I bloody give up, I eat my cold dinner. I don't care anymore, the pool of water is drowned in blood now and my feelings are pure hatred for them to leave me. I start fretting saying they didn't want me anymore, they'd had enough of Gregory, they thought, like everyone else on this planet, that I was a waste of space. Considering I was upset the casserole was actually delicious and I ate it super quickly. Swallowing to much that had I been an old person awful indigestion would have most certainly occurred.  Luckily for me I have quite a good digestive system so don't have any of those difficulties. But hey, that's pretty much everything I'm lucky at!

I wait for 32 minutes and 47  seconds at the kitchen table in front of my parents meals before decided to retreat back to my bedroom. I've established they are not coming back this evening, I'm surely old enough to look after myself for one evening though, I am 14 years, 244 days, 5 hours and 34 minutes old. Yes, I can survive and I will get through this however angry my feelings are. Thinking about it if I make some noise outsiders including serial killers may think that there is more than one person in the house which will protect my safety.

As I walk up the stairs I think about which video game I am going to play. I cut down to either playing Fifa or Mario Kart, yes I know Mario Kart. Don't look at me like that, and most certainly do no judge me. Mario Kart may seem a little young for me but actually it's  so much fun and I get so competitive it's out of this world. I finally reach the top of the wooden stairs and whittle it down to the one choice I am going to play Fifa, partly because I don't feel like Mario Kart, secondly it brings back memories of me and my dad playing it and I want to keep my mind as clear as possible for the rest of the evening thank you very much, thirdly it's not as fun as Fifa I will say just that!