Writing Prompt: It is here.

Happy Friday everyone. Are you ready for the morning prompt? I am ready to go and see what the last prompt of the week brings us. So let’s set those timers and get going.

I’m not sure of the storyline, but I love when there is a group of people really excited for something and they can’t quite get why someone who is not involved isn’t excited. I find that is a fun dynamic to play with using different view points. This one I went with the odd one out but I like the thought of a slow realization by one person involved as well. I’ll have to figure out the storyline but I think moving between those two characters could be fun.

Friday, March 6^th: It is here.

“It is here.”  Calvin said the words in a low voice stained with barely contained excitement.  I looked up from my homework.  Various mathematical equations danced in my head.  I blinked a few times to clear them and noticed my older brother was fairly dancing in place.

“It looks like you have to pee,” I told him.

He frowned and rolled his eyes at me.  His annoyance couldn’t last however his excitement was too great.  “Didn’t you here me?” he asked.  “It’s here.”  He resumed dancing more or less in place.

“What’s here?” I asked. 

“You are hopeless.” He turned around and stalked out of my room going in search of someone more enthused.  I heard him stop at Lee’s bedroom door.  I couldn’t hear what was said but the reception was far more enthusiastic because I heard two sets of steps thundering down the stairs. 

I looked to my wall calendar.  Nothing was marked.  I stood, stretching as I realized I had been sitting at my desk for longer than I realized.  I looked back to my homework.  I was in advanced classes this year and this was the first time that I encountered a subject I couldn’t just glide through with barely a thought.  I had to actually work to master the knowledge.  I was finding it an oddly enjoyable experience.  Part of me wanted to continue on but I was more curious now.  I stepped away from my desk and heard a beeping coming from the front of the house. 

Whatever was here was coming in some sort of large truck.  I moved to the window.  My bedroom, once a small sitting room attached to the main suite, but repurposed when I came along via some drywall and the repositioning of a door had one small window that overlooked the front drive.  I looked out and saw what brought so much excitement.  My older brothers capered around as the men moved it from the vehicle and began the process of getting it into the house.

The pool table had arrived.  I frowned.  It was more of the basement man cave business.  Before the finished basement had been a haven for all.  We were sent down to watch movies or play games.  Then it was decided that a manly basement was needed for my father and brothers.  Somehow, almost overnight it seemed, the house had become mysteriously too feminine and they needed some sort of retreat. 

The general television watching stopped and the basement was transformed into a boy’s club.  I hadn’t been into it since.  I suspected this would be my only view of the pool table.  Once it disappeared into the basement it would be forever beyond my sight.

I stepped away from the window and returned to my desk.  I barely sat down when voices called up the stairs. I sighed and rolled my eyes.  Knowing that ignoring the call was pointless I got up and went downstairs. 

“Don’t you want to see?” I was asked.  I shrugged. 

“Not really,” I replied.  “It’s not like I’ll ever get to use it.”