WHO: Thomas, Jamie and then Emma WHAT: Jamie is a thirteen/fourteen-year-old ball of hormones WHEN: The PAST WHERE: Their apartment WARNINGS: Maybe language?
Thomas had been teaching for two years now, and the job still seemed new. It was different every day, and it both delighted and stressed him. It meant he spent not a small amount of time fussing over lesson plans and grading papers and Thomas had a feeling Jamie wasn't really pleased by it. Not that Jamie was pleased by a lot these days. They had moved out of the studio apartment which had been their home for ten years. The place they lived in now meant Jamie could have his own room, but it was still small. They still didn't have a lot of money to play with and Thomas thought Jamie was starting to see that they didn't have as many Things as maybe the families of the other kids he went to school with had.
It was getting late, around 8pm, and a very simple dinner of macaroni and cheese was cooking on the stove because Thomas was too busy to make something more involved. Thomas called out, "dinner's almost ready!" and he hoped Jamie was in a good mood.