Cynic Retreats!
The door creeps open.
“Just give me a break will you!?”
Hawnlica snapped.
“The source of this disembodied voice presented itself, identical to the pop-up moles of classic arcade and fun fair games; the head of a pale, dazed looking freckled human wearing a bobble hat that seemed to be harbouring a lot of hair shot up from amongst a pile of what appeared to be a nest of fabric? A blanket? Clothing; possibly used? All too difficult to determine what was what? We call this life form The NEET” a dark blond boy with side swept hair said as he slipped through the doorway and aproached, with a large mobile phone virtually covering his face.
“ANDY GET OUT MY ROOM!”
“Leavin’, it reeks of BO anyway” The boy replied whilst fiddling with a large square phone.
“It’s damp rot, learn the difference! And you better DELETE THAT VIDEO!”
Hawnlica shouted.
'He better count himself lucky that if he uploads that video online a) nobody will recognise me b) he has no following down to being annoyingly dorky c) he's too clueless and nowhere near pretentious enough to be a documentary maker and d) I can easily access his account if I absolutely have to'
She thought as she looked to the door Andy had just left.
Hawnlica picked up her mobile phone that rested on the floor beside her bed “Ten past two, already?” she in a groan. She gaining a bit of composure as she rose from her layers “Visiting hours have already... started”.
Hawnlica strolled out her bedroom, tredding bare foot along a welcome mat before plodding down the stairs at sloth pace.
“What time do you call this?” a voice said as Hawnlica aproached the front door.
“Yeah, it’s the afternoon and I just got up, observant, aren’t you Dad”. Hawnlica said.
“So yet again, you didn’t bother to say bye to your poor mother this morning and no doubt simply grunted at your brother in the hallway as usual” her dad offered back.
“No need Dad, the creep came in my room to bother me just a minute ago” Hawnlica sais stoically as she pulled on a pair of snow boots resting beside the door.
“So he woke you up? Good! You know that boy just worked two shifts, you could do with paying him a bit more respect”
“Don’t worry about it” Hawnlica replied.
'Appeasement is the key to a quiet life, even if it’s vague and completely patronising, it works! At least it does it my Dad'
“I didn’t make you breakfast or lunch you know”
“I didn’t ask” she replies as she entered the livingroom and snatched a set of keys amungst a colourful cluster of keyrings.
“Where you off?” her dad asked.
“I’m going to visit granny Ester”
“What, why, again" her dad questioned whilst apparentely getting flustered "WHY!? You went the other day”.
“I’m aware of that” Hawnlica said as she stood in the doorframe.
“You don’t even visit your own grandma?” he accused.
“You don’t visit yours?
“So”
“So button Dad, I’m off” Hawnlica mocked as she rattled her crammed set of keys and keyrings before swiftly making an exit from her home.
'Already, I’ve achieved quite a bit –my brother invading my space and my dad nagging me on my way out count as quality time - right!?'
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