My Crazy Years

Dream night

The car ride was considerably shorter than before. At least, that's how you felt it had been compared to last time. Your father was on the phone most of the time, exchanging few words with you. Not that it mattered to you as you were too absorbed by the playlist Grimm and Brumm put together the day before. It was mostly classical music, featuring especially piano and accordion, each song brimming with a soft tune and warm feeling. You had to thank those two for this one later when you would phone James.

When you got home, your mother came to help you take your luggage to the room you shared with your older sister, May. She was only two years older than you, but you two could never see eye to eye, always fighting from the most meaningless of things. Now, she was sitting at the desk, listening to music and surfing the internet on the computer, completely ignoring what was going on around her. Fine by you.

You said a rushed hello, before you began unpacking. You had only one luggage full of clothes and a backpack with your laptop, the chargers for it and your phone, and a few notebooks and pens in case you wanted to draw. James gave you the oddest of looks after he tried to pick it up and felt how heavy it was. You were fine with it though. The textbooks for school were far heavier than that, anyway, so you had plenty of strength from carrying those for five days a week for a few months.

"Are you hungry?" your mother asked, helping you put your clothes in the closet.

"Not really. What do we have?"

"I want to ask your dad to order pizza. It's that, ok?"

"Ok? It's pizza! Of course, it is." you said, shocked that your mother had to ask something like that. When did you ever complain about having to eat pizza?

"Ok. I'll order as soon as we are done here." she said as she took another one of your old shirts modified by Grimm and the weavers and examined the handiwork.

"Don't worry about it. I can finish it off myself. You go and make the order." you said and took the shirt from her, putting it in the closet, on your shelf.

You didn't know how to explain to your mother why all your clothes had been changed and some were missing. You got away with the pajamas last time, but you didn't want to push your luck. She went away and you finished the job soon after, relieved that so far so good but you knew that she will see your clothes eventually. You had to think of a good excuse until them, but for now, you could relax and wait for the pizza to arrive.

You decided to play some games until the pizza arrived and went to your backpack which was on the upper bed of the bunk you and your sister had to sleep in. The lower one was May's as she moved a lot in her sleep and thus if she fell, she was close to the ground. As you sat down on the black covers, ready to take your laptop out, your face went white.

Here we go, AGAIN!

You looked at your sister to make sure she wasn't listening or paying any attention to you and then whispered to the bugs waiting patiently inside your backpack.

"Don't come out until I say so, ok?"

They nodded, and you began to take out your belongings. It was no use carrying them around after all. As soon as you were done, you headed outside, holding the backpack in your arms, close to your chest.

"Where are you going?" your mother asked, seeing you walk towards the door.

"To see the dogs. I missed them." you said which wasn't quite a lie.

"Ok. And the backpack?"

"I have some treats for them."

"Don't give them too many or else they won't eat later."