Home schooled freak
Three month before the incident.
I was your average home school “freak”. I was the average teenager, did my school work, watch tv, avoid interaction, play video games. My favorite TVs hows constists of zombies, doomsday prepping, horror. I don’t know, I have just always been a fan. I worked on my “art project” if you can even call it that. My drawing of a black rose, bare tree branches, a raven, and birds. Signed Scarlett Rose Johnson. Then you take a picture and upload it. You email it to your teacher, everything’s like a normal classroom, but online. Yes it totally legit.
Every Friday we would have these field trips. Meaning sometimes, but at least every Friday, us home school kids that use the same online school, get together every Friday. It’s, kind or some times fun. If you’re lucky you make a friend or two. I made two, Liz and Clark. After a few trips, even our parents started hanging out, we got close.
An insistent trip to the store for groceries my mom insisted. She loved to make home made food, or at least attempt to. We got easy stuff for when we’re lazy. A ton of pastas for some reason. Can goods, flour, oil, meats, eggs, milks, snacks. We were set, a little bit of a pricey trip, but with it. We drove home, unloaded the car, everyone helped put groceries away. We even got a treat for Toby, my little brother. I’m about to be 17 years old, my little brother is 9, a slight age gap. Things happen, I guess?
I guess you could say we were a pretty normal family. We got along for the most part, spent time together, both my parents worked. My mom Lilian had the morning shift, my dad Joseph had the night shift, but he went in pretty late. Slept during the morning. In between we had family lunch and dinner. We all tried to help with chores. Everything was pretty functional.
Me and my dad were slightly closer. We lived in New York, a little over an an hour out from the city on a lake. We would try to go fishing daily. Some times we caught some fish, but majority of the times we didn’t. We always set them free. My little brother would join in at times. My mother and I would sew. We made our own clothes, and I was completely satisfied with that.
It was basically the same routine everyday.
