A Travel Through Time

Hasty Decisions

London

2019

Roger had just came out of school and started walking to his house. He was trying to walk as slow as possible. He didn't want to see his parents, the atmosphere at Roger's house wasn't that pleasant. Especially when his Father was there. He used to argue a lot with him, and he really wanted to run away from all that pressure. Just one more year then I'm leaving this hellhole. He thought to himself.

He failed his maths test, and he knew his father was going to scold him for it. Why couldn't he be more understanding. Wasn't there a way make everyone happy?

He took the last few steps to his house and sighed loudly before opening the door.

"I'm home!" he shouted.

His mother ran up to him and gave him a quick hug "How was school today, honey? Have you received the results of math test yet? Have you passed it?"

Roger walked past his mother and put down his backpack. He then took off his jacket and went in the kitchen and sat at the table, his mother followed him into the kitchen.

"No, mum, I failed my maths test... They gave us the results today and turns out I didn't do as well as I thought." he sighed and covered his face with his hands. But it wasn't beacuse of shame it was because of desperation.

His mother gave him a sad look "I'm sorry dear, you studied hard for that test." she patted his back.

"Mum, please, don't tell dad about this. He is literally going to kill me this time." Just at the thought of his father, he felt the blood in his veins freeze.

"Hi Roger, I didn't know you were here." a voice said behind him. It was his sister. She walked past them and started preparing some tea for herself.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything to your father." His mother told him after a while.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took his phone out and read the message he had just received.

"Rog, are you coming for dinner tonight? -Bri" It was Brian, his best friend. He was one of the very few people who didn't judge him for who he was and the only person he trusted with his eyes closed. And maybe... He meant a bit more than that to him.

Roger texted Brian back "Fuck! I forgot it. I don't think I can make it. I failed my maths test."

"I thought you studied for it. -Bri"

"Yes, I did but, I hate maths, that's all. The only important thing now is to keep myself alive. My father would kill me if he found out!"

"Don't be so dramatic, your father can't be that terrible...-Bri"

"You don't know him Brian, and beleive me, you would want to keep it that way. Besides, you don't need to put -Bri at the end of everything you write, I already know who you are."

"I know but I'll keep doing it. It's gonna be my thing when I share my inventions with the whole world and get famous. -Bri

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Poodle, now I've gotta go, I'll text you later. Bye"

"Wait, did you just underestimate my scientist skills. Don't think you can get away with it, you are so in trouble Mr.Taylor. - Bri"

Roger turned off his phone laughing a little, he got up and went upstairs to his room. He closed the door behind him and threw himself on the bed. He kept watching the white ceiling while he was thinking. His thoughts were a complete mess, even he couldn't understand what was going on in there.

He decided to listen to music. He took his airpods and started listening to "quality music" as he named it. He mostly listened to The Beatles, Rolling Stones and groups like these.