Alfie Randall Tibbits (a_tibbits) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-06-19 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | june 2010 |
WHO : Alfie Tibbits and Jacob Tibbits.
WHAT : A "talk".
WHERE : Out for ice cream.
WHEN : Whatever day it was they were supposed to talk. XD
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : TBD.
Alfie was nervous. There was really no two ways about it. Talking with his father was never something he looked forward to. Not because he particularly disliked the man or anything, but something about him always had him freaked. Plus, it seemed as if every time he did happen to talk to him was when Alfie was in some sort of trouble. Alfie frowned. He hated getting talked to. It never really did anything other than waste his time, precious time that he could be eating or playing video games or sleeping. Yeah, sleep was good. And that was when he remembered about his strange mood changes, his constant desire to sleep and his quaking anger for apparently no reason. Maybe he was sick? Alfie wasn't sure.
He sat by the fence of the school rolling his soocer ball around on the floor with his hand. What was it his mother said they were going to talk about? The birds and the bees or something? Alfie sighed and pushed his head back against the fence. Why him? Why didn't other kids' parents get a talking to like this? It was so embarrassing and annoying. At least, there was the promise of ice cream. That would make things at least a little bit better. Maybe he could just sit there and pretend to listen but really just listen to the sultry sounds of his ice cream glittering up at him happily. Yes, ice cream. It would feel so nice and cool down his throat. Heaven knew it was too hot a day for anything else.