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Parents were gone to some book club meeting, which was a good thing because Michael didn't have the energy required to argue with them after four hours of being griped at by angry diner patrons all piled on top of the hell hole sundae that was school.
He'd decided to take respite in sulking in his room, it was too dark to read and he didn't want to get up to flip the light switch on or find a candle amongst the piles of laundry and half finished books scattered around his floor, so he settled for flipping through channels taking the occasional drag off of his cigarette and checking his phone. He remembered to unlock the front door this time but locked his bedroom door, just to fuck with the vamp-kid who was supposed to be coming over.
