Just Wait a Minute

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"Seen." Plop, "Seen." Plop, "Seen." Plop, "And seen!" Plop. I finished counting down all the movies I'd already watched from back before 2020 that were at my dad's work.

I'd been here too much. So much that I was beginning to run out of stuff to watch. Well, movie wise at least. I could always move onto actual tapes and stuff, but that just seemed boring.

People were boring, these days at least. Yet another reason for me to move onto the real stuff.

I sat back and spun around in the old office chair that I was afraid would break because it was from way in the past. My dad often stuck me in the basement to "explore" and learn new things. Purely for education, right? Wrong. Dad just wanted to get rid of me so he could work in peace.

School was also boring. I had friends, but I was always excluded from the group.

The most fun I ever had... Was in here. Yay. Party time folks. Heh, like we could even have a party in here. With all the dust and clutter, the only music that would be playing would be the rhythmic noise of uncontrollable sneezing.

Fun times.

I'm just gonna start watching a recording off of someones phone that they took back in the day.

It said her name was Lily Miller, 16 years of age, made in 2019. Did I forget to mention that I'm Leo and 17 years old? Well, now you know.

I cast the phone screen to the T.V..

Their was the girl, Lily, he assumed, with a darker shade of almost curly dirty blonde hair, and very light brown eyes. Light freckles dotting her cheeks.

She held a candle in her cupped hands, which illuminated her face, and she looked strait into the camera whispering about some thing called a "power outage". Those were unheard of.

It was occupying to watch her life. Things were so different back then.
If you try to bake some cookies in my time, your bot, named whatever you wish (mine is named Gary!), Would immediately assist you. Not just with baking, but anything and everything. Brushing your teeth, getting a massage, making a fire in the fireplace, and all sorts of things.

It was like society didn't want you to learn anything. They would just have us do school and work all the time and keep their perfect world. (School for learning how to do your job)

I had Gary help me find more videos on lily for me to watch. She was an interesting one. Far more interesting then anyone I'd ever meet.

In this time, no one had any depth. Just the same..... Boring.... People.....
And we didn't get to choose much either. For example, my dad didn't get to choose his job as an analysis. And I don't even get to choose my favorite color! Haha, just kidding. Its red by the way ;)

I want to explore new things. I want to meet new people. I want to do new things. So many things I could do, that are just out of reach. If only I could-

"Hi dad!" I screeched, with an obnoxiously large fake smile on my face.

"Almost time to leave son, pack your things." When he closed the basement door, my smile fell. Same words every day. Those Exact WORDS came out of his mouth every single fudging day. Its like we were programmed to respond to certain things certain ways.

We went home, without exchanging words, and I fell into bed. Like I do every night. Because every day is no different then the last. Same same old long boring day.

I find myself turning over and over left to right in my bed. This is one thing that doesn't happen every night. The nights that I think about life, are the nights when this happens.

I wish I were born in Lily's time line.

I always have to get out of my bed and do a couple stretches on nights like these. Reach to your left foot, then your right. Reach up for the sky and breathe in and out.

Suddenly, my peaceful state is interrupted by the light being flickered on.

Oh dear daddy.

"What are you doing up this late?" My dad fixed his stern eyes on me.

"I couldn't sleep "

"So your making all this racket?"

"I'm only stretching to reset my mind father."

"Go to bed now please." He practically growled.

"Yes sir."

See, this is another thing that never usually happens. Usually I can stretch, and go to bed. That has actually never happened before.

This is also another thing that never happens, or I never do, but I disobey my father, and continue my stretches, because they are simple and silent. Not nearly loud enough to make a racket.

I start to get a ahead ache from the light, so I switch it off and go back to my bed. Still unable to find sleep.

I count sheep.

I close my eyes.

I even sneak downstairs to get some milk.

But this one person won't get out of my head. I'll give you one guess.

Her.

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Word count: 856 not bad, but I'm gonna try to get more. Thanks for reading pal, bye!