Morning all. I hope you are having a fantastic week. I woke up just before my alarm went off. I rolled over to check the time and watched the numbers change and heard the alarm. It always leaves me hopeful that I will time things well when that happens. Silly I know, but I feel like the day has synced up a bit. We’ll see if it is so later I suppose. For now, to the writing prompts! Fifteen minutes on the timer and off we go!
I need to figure out names and relationships but this could be fun to play with.
Tuesday, November 26th: She was deep in thought.
She was deep in thought. I knew better than to interrupt her. It would not help. When she was in this sort of state the rest of the world did not exist. I was fairly certain a bomb could drop on the house and she would not notice until after her thinking was done. I backed out of the room, keeping my footfalls soft, avoiding the squeaky floorboard.
I needed a permission slip signed. In general she would be against signing it. She disliked any school activity that wasn’t conducted at the school on principle. She believed that with all the travel and excitement and horsing around with the other students more opportunity to learn was lost than gained. I had my arguments ready and lined up for what I was certain would be her protests.
I actually thought I had a chance to convince her, but only if I caught her in a good mood. I made it out of the room and softly climbed the steps. I knew the first question I would be asked involved the possibility of me falling behind on my regular studies. To that end I had already done all of the homework assigned to me and studied the chapters needed for the next exam. The last time I asked for something during a school day she had quizzed me on the material needed for the next exam. It didn’t matter that the exam was several weeks away. My inability to answer all of the questions resulted in a resounding refusal.
I had already done my studying, but more would not hurt and if I was found studying items for upcoming lessons when she came out of her thinking trance it could only assist my argument. I made it to my room and settled myself at my desk. I started going over the practice exam questions. I was halfway through the list when Curtis arrived back home.
He slammed into the house, his arrival heard by me on the second floor. I knew it would not have been missed by anyone else. I knew that was the point. I frowned into my text book and stayed where I was. Curtis knew I was going to ask for permission. He was angry with me at the moment and I knew he would do everything he could to ruin this for me.
The slammed door was not an accident.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, refusing to let myself get angry. “Later,” I told myself. After I had permission and was allowed to go on the trip, then I could get angry with Curtis.
‘It would help if I knew why he was mad,’ I thought. I had wracked my brain repeatedly and could come up with nothing. I suspected that I hadn’t actually done anything. Curtis seemed to be mad at everyone these days. I was just his most current target.
Downstairs I heard the arguments beginning. The moment of deep thought had been disrupted. ‘If I stay up here, out of the way then I won’t be tied to the upset,’ I thought. Remaining studying was my safest bet.
Then I heard my name being called. It arrowed up the stairwell and slammed harshly into my room. I sighed and stood. Clearly, I wasn’t being left out of it. I doubted I would get the form signed. I suspected even asking would cause problems. If things weren’t as bad as I feared, maybe I could ask. For now though I kissed the field trip good bye and decided not to bother asking at all.
Ten til Midnight 