Eyes

Maklen

Arc: Past Blues & Whites [Start]

December 1A- *13 years ago*

"Ken!" my dad screams to me from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I respond. I get out of my bed with white sheets, and run downstairs to the kitchen.

My dad pours his black coffee into his cup, and faces me, "Are you ready to go?" my dad asks.

"Yup!"

"Okay, let's go."

I run after my dad, and head out the door. "Bye mom!" I yell.

"By sweetie!" my mom responds. She was most likely in the washing room, cleaning.

I run after my dad, and head inside his white car. I sit in the backseat, and wiggle my feet as a sign of excitement.

I see my dad look at me from the rear view mirror. "You excited?"

"Yup!" I say. "It's been a while since I went to your job, right?"

"Yes. You'll be seeing my coworker. You remember him, right? My vice head?"

I think. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I met him before. But I'm not sure. When was the last time I went with you to work anyways?"

"I don't know, but I know you were a lot younger. Maybe 4? 2 years ago?"

"Ohh...." I didn't remember that at all.

"So it's about time I bring you back."

I nod my head, and look out of the car seat window.

I look outside as we pass building after buildings. Honestly, I forgot what his work place looked like, but I was excited in going with him once again.

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"We're here," my dad says as he opens the car door. I watch him walk around the car until he heads to my door. He opens it, and takes of my seat belt. "There you go."

"Thanks daddy."

"You want me to hold you?"

"No! I'm a big boy now."

My dad chuckles at my comment. "Yes you are," he responds. "Follow me."

I walk out of the car, and notice the large building that stood before me. It looked like the building of a large corporation. And I guess it was. I follow my dad, who begins walking towards the entrance.

Once we enter, I notice the business like lobby. It looked like a modern lobby, with all the latest gadgets.

"Woooow....," I say, looking around the building, admiring its noticeable features.

"You like it?"

I eagerly nod my head, ready to go further in.

We walk up to the main desk where a lady, who looks no older than 18, sits. She looks up, and see my dad. "Hello sir!"

"Hello Marie. Check me in for the day."

"Yes sir!" She then begins typing on the computer. I admirably watch her until I hear my dad call out my name.