Fang Talks

too old for this shit

It’s been over a week. Time for another part! (previous)

While my mother spoke to her father about mature topics like finances, politics and my dad, Charlie and I got down to business with a photo book, as we had planned. Charlie selected one from the at random. I let it fall to the floor, shaking the house, and opened it up somewhere near the middle. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to view ’em chronologically.‘ Charlie suggested. I didn’t care much for order and efficiency, but complied anyway.

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Here we go again! (previous)

But…‘ he continued. ‘I think that’s okay, it’s how things go. I’ll just have to deal with it, you know? It’s my problem, not yours.
I didn’t know what to say. Was I supposed to take a hint and change my behavior, or did he really mean it when he said it wasn’t my problem? I felt like I needed to do at least something, but I didn’t know what. I could only distract from the issue, but had nothing available to solve it. ‘Want to look through grandpa’s old photos again, see if we can find clues or something?’ We used to do that frequently when we visited him. Not in recent years though.
‘Yeah.’ He smiled, subtly shook his head. ‘That’d be cool.’

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Here we go again!

The car sped across the highway. The hum of the motor and wheels filled what silence wasn’t covered by the whispers of Charlie and me in the back seat.
‘Hey Charlie, is something wrong?’ I asked. ‘You’ve been really quiet lately.’ I didn’t turn my head away from the window. He knew I liked watching the scenery fly by, so he probably wouldn’t be too bothered by it.
Charlie stared out of his window in a similar way, absentmindedly observing the lake on the left side of the road. ‘Nothing.‘ he muttered. He didn’t normally mutter things in one-on-one conversations like these, no reason to.
‘So what is it?’ I pressed. I normally understood the guy well, but this time I couldn’t get much further than knowing something was bothering him.
Nothing!‘ he lashed out, then quickly repeating, ‘Nothing.‘, more composed this time.

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Because I honestly don’t have any content other than writing. (previous)

Two hours later, during the break, Trisha greeted me on the playground. ‘Hey!’ she greeted as she sat down next to me. ‘You’ve seen it too, right?’ She sounded really excited about it. ‘Did you hear what Mister Ronald said to me?’
I briefly flinched, then embarrassedly responded, ‘Yeah.’
‘Strange, huh? Why would his neighbor keep him awake? Unless…’ A grin formed on her face. She held her breath to increase the tension, then released in laughter, ‘His neighbor’s an alien!’
It caught me by surprise. I naturally leaned back a bit, but quickly corrected by leaning forward and laughing with her. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t get an honest laugh out. The people looking at us strangely weren’t helping, either.
‘You,’ she reduced her laughter to a soft snicker. ‘You don’t really think it was some spacecraft, right? Aliens aren’t real, dummy!’

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I must not give in to the distractions, for it is time to write! (previous)

Ronald had told us to work on the maths exercises for the current chapter. Multiplication of simple fractions, a bit rough but not impossible to solve. I looked up from time to time to see what the teacher was up to. He stared at the literature in front of him with dead eyes, frequently taking his phone out of his pocket to see if he had any new messages he hadn’t noticed the ringtone of. As much as he seemed to suffer, it struck me as suspicious.

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