The Choice Series: Book One: The Choice

▪▫▪ CHAPTER TWO ▪▫▪

When I reached the modern condo I called home, I jogged straight to the back of the building. My mom was usually at work when I got home every day and I didn't have a key to get in the apartment, so I usually go the back way inside. Which is code for I climb through the window. Real smooth right?

Once inside, I was greeted by my over-excited german shepherd. I pet his brown-beige fur and gave him fresh water and food.

I then sat down at the mahogany table and began my individualized assessment homework. Today I was to focus on my astrology section.

1) What is true regarding to stars?

A) The closest star is currently known as The Sun to outsiders, but we call it The Light Giver.

B) I am the closest star.

C) I do not believe in stars.

D) I do not care.

Answer B was circled. What can I say? I do love myself. Also that is partially right.

After I had finished my homework, I went up to my room.

"Welcome Preston McCarthy," ROOM said.

"Thanks, ROOM," I grumbled.

Kicking off my shoes, I took out my slightly outdated iPhone 29 c and began playing some old punk-rock music.

About a half hour later, my mother came home.

"Preston!" She called, "I'm home!"

I leaped out of my bedroom and rushed down the stairs.

My mother worked at Acme and she usually brought home almost stale candy from the store.

"Today I have for you-" She started in her most "regal" voice, "Gumdrops of plenty!"

She revealed a large zip-lock bag packed with gumdrops from out behind her back.

I snatched the candy from her grasp and rushed to the television area.

"Preston!" She scolded, "I don't want you eating all the gumdrops!"

She flew into the living room, her short, light brown hair leaving a temporary trail behind her.

I didn't look much like my mother. She had stormy grey eyes and a petite frame, but I claimed light blue eyes and was quite tall. Not to mention my auburn locks.

She always told me I was destined to be a splitting image of my father, but he had died many years ago, so there wasn't much left to compare.

While I was lost in thought, my mother snatched my candy straight out of my hands.

I glared at her and sighed.

"No more than fifteen," she declared.

"Mom!" I groaned.

"Alright sixteen."

Realizing I was not going to win this fight, reached for the sixteen promised gumdrops. Reluctantly, I tossed the bag back to my mother.

"Thank you!" she chirped, before she scurried along to the pantry. There, she stashed the bag of goodies.

I slumped farther down the couch and began to plot the capture of those gumdrops. But that would need to wait until my mother was asleep, so I wasted the time away by watching the news.