The Horrible Thing That Slipped Through My Window One Night
Thomas Feldon sat at his desk, mashing away on his computer. The chair on which he sat was old and it was beginning to give way beneath his lardy ass-cheeks; occasionally a soft sound of surprise would escape his mouth and he would stir, forcing the chair to make a terrible creaking noise, but Thomas barely noticed. He was fully engaged in an alien warfare, protecting his tenacious base from outworldly invaders.
"Tom, are you sure you're going to be okay staying here by yourself?" his mother called from downstairs.
Tom paused his game and wiped a river of sweat from his forehead with one beefy arm. "Mom, I'm fifteen-years-old!" he yelled back to her. "I'm going to a party at Rick's house later anyways!"
He stopped, catching his breath, and waited for the sound of mother's voice to be carried back up to him. "Alright Thomas," she said. "You be careful, and I'll see you when I get back, okay?"
"Yep!" said Tom, turning back to the computer and unpausing his game. A few seconds later the door slammed shut, but Tom was too absorbed in the battle to notice.
He had lived alone with his mom since the age of four, when his dad had been the victim of a fatal heart attack, and though they both got along with each other, Tom tended to spend most of his time alone in his room. Last month, Mrs. Feldon had begun planning for a trip to Florida, and when she had asked if Tom wanted to come along, he had opted to stay home instead. He doubted if there would be much time for computer games while he was walking the beaches and visiting alligator parks.
"Tom, are you sure you're going to be okay staying here by yourself?" his mother called from downstairs.
Tom paused his game and wiped a river of sweat from his forehead with one beefy arm. "Mom, I'm fifteen-years-old!" he yelled back to her. "I'm going to a party at Rick's house later anyways!"
He stopped, catching his breath, and waited for the sound of mother's voice to be carried back up to him. "Alright Thomas," she said. "You be careful, and I'll see you when I get back, okay?"
"Yep!" said Tom, turning back to the computer and unpausing his game. A few seconds later the door slammed shut, but Tom was too absorbed in the battle to notice.
He had lived alone with his mom since the age of four, when his dad had been the victim of a fatal heart attack, and though they both got along with each other, Tom tended to spend most of his time alone in his room. Last month, Mrs. Feldon had begun planning for a trip to Florida, and when she had asked if Tom wanted to come along, he had opted to stay home instead. He doubted if there would be much time for computer games while he was walking the beaches and visiting alligator parks.