I proceeded to go home anyway, getting past Riley, an adorable carefree six-year-old, and the youngest of us,
Playing with some kids his age in the placid and contented neighborhood, a boulevard pitched on predominantly by wealthy denizens throughout almost all of its byroads, smaller paths, and to it brinks.
The extremely vast famous Ring’s estate with an appealing tropical picturesque vicinity almost throughout all of its coast.
A coastal area of land spread towards the west of Balltown borderlands, divided into two major geographic settings, ‘The Ring’s island and of course, the Ring’s mainland.’
Though, it is originally and formally addressed as Harold Harrington’s estate area.
Residents must have found a way around the age-old wealthy family name to save them stress.
One might wonder how my family and a few others, conspicuously not as financially posh than or at least, as we do, manage to acquire an asset in one of Balltown’s top elite quarters.
Well for starters, it is a high-class domain, with well-organized and categorically classed premises. Making it possible for any interested applicant who earns enough to find affordable apartments. Though less expensive spaces as such are few.
While it is pertinent to note, Dad did pay the price saving us a spot on one of the least liveliest neighborhood on Ring’s mainland, Randolph’s boulevard off #H17; and away from the world of pesky, piggy landlords.
“Hey, Rye!” I was unaware he did sight me, perhaps lost in my thoughts but I was startled by the usual hearty welcoming that always got him a return of though cheap, but gratifying cookies and in most cases, popsicle and candy treats. Whatever the game yield of my stakes determines, can’t imagine how addictive the spending spree would seem when I hit more jackpots in days to come, but I hope it would be such that can satisfy my whims.
“Hey, little man.” Turning to him with a fake smile, “you good?” I asked.
“Uhm yeah!” He nodded livelily.
“Mom back yet?” I inquired, trying to maintain the fake smile as he looked up into my face, casting a contorted glance due to the effect of the sun.
“No, not yet” he replied. “Is everything okay?” he probed.
He must have studied the unnatural look on my face and my dull unusual body movements, moving backward but toward the house
“I’ve got something to deal with, okay… See ya” I said dismissively.
Giving me a melancholic look, still, on the spot, he had planted his foot awhile, then it crossed my mind, he must be planning on coming after me. About to enter into our moderate detached residence, I looked his way “I would love to be alone for now, okay?” I requested.
And he nodded in affirmation.
Jamming the door like it would make me feel any better and less worried, I took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen,
I found the cereal carton sitting on the counter, walked past it, and went on to open the cabinets, nothing special, just canned, raw, and other types of unprepared but preserved foodstuffs. I jammed it close and turned to look at it, “goddamn cereal again” I mumbled to myself.
Then I saw Robert coming out of the room and with swift sage strides, was about to dash out the front door, neatly dressed and well hidden behind his glasses.
The growth spurt he was experiencing, made him appear bigger than a twelve-year-old is expected to, as young as he was, his personality echoes ‘I listen a lot, but I don’t speak much’.
“Looks like someone’s going on a date,” I said,
not that I meant it nor is it any of my concern, just trying to evade the use of proper greeting as apropos of boyhood.
So knowing he has a penchant for computing most of his activities revolve around cyber engagements… Robert has been a script kiddie right from nine years old and growing into an obsessed computer genius, he might end up being a grey or even black hat hacker for the company he keeps is just as corrupt.
Standing by the door now; and acknowledging my presence,
“No, not really, I’ve got to be at Mike’s, got some things to catch up on” he replied with a serious face.
“Surprised you’re home this early, anyway, I bought some Mac n’ Cheeseburger on my way from school today it’s on the desk in the room.”
He barely completed his speech as he hurried out with his bag hugging him tightly.