No Name (WIP)“Mom? Dad?”
Silence greeted me.
Guess I was home alone. Again.
Knowing them, my parents were probably out with all of their way-too-proper friends. Actually, no. As far as I knew, they weren’t friends, yet they seemed to spend all their time together as a group. This was because they were lonely, and no one particularly liked them.
I slapped my keys onto the granite kitchen counter, my NES lanyard dangling off the edge. I walked over to the fridge, floor boards creaking ever so slightly as they settled into place. I winced. It’s strange how loud everything seems when you’re home alone in a big house. I gathered an armful of food and glanced at the microwave’s clock. The glowing green numbers read 11PM.
Something in the back of my head kept nagging at me; where are my parents? They should’ve been home by now. Still, I shook off the thought. I was mad at them. They didn’t even think to leave me anything for dinner.
Don’t worry, I