The morning sun crept into Theodore’s bedroom, the beams hitting his mirror, the light forcing his tired eyes to open. Immediately the teen’s hand darted out, knocking everything off his bedside table until his hand found his phone. 7:42am. He had missed four alarms already. Oversized feet crept from beneath the bedding, kicking about until they found solid ground. Sitting up, Theo let out a great yawn, dark eyes still adjusting to the daylight. Picking clothes from the floor, Theo smelt the items, ensuring they were still fresh enough to wear before tiredly dressing himself, eyes still half shut, glued with sleep from his sixteen hour slumber.
With zombie like movements he made his way downstairs, hands feeling their way through the hallway and into the kitchen. “Theodore? Honey, your shirt is on inside out.” Elizabeth Pratt’s words were kind, hidden somewhat beneath the barking of dogs at the entrance of their master. The only response the teen was able to admit however, was a small wave of his hand, as the other reached into the cereal box, hunting for the toy he had not yet claimed. But it was nowhere to be found. Finally he awoke fully, eyes widening, as his hand began to move frantically, digging through the box of Lucky Charms. “Jackie.” He huffed, storming to the bottom of the staircase. “JACKIE! JACKIE, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN. GET HERE NOW, I MEAN IT. JACKIE! JACQUELINE!!” His voice rang out, screams of rage echoing through the halls of the family home. Yet when no reply followed, Theodore moved to edge up the stairs, stopping only when he heard footsteps approaching him. “You disgusting human, how dare you deceive me like this, you- troll!” He grumbled, turning to face who he believed to be his sister. Instead stood before him was his father, trimmed and ready for another day of work, a look of complete distress painted upon his face.
“Theo, what are you moaning about? It’s not even 8am.” Robert Pratt questioned, his exhaustion of Theodore’s childish priorities painted plain upon his features. “Your sister isn’t even here. She stayed at Lucy’s house last night.”
“Luna.” Theo corrected, the remembrance suddenly dawning upon him. “Well... she took the toy from my Lucky Charms.” He scoffed, knowing there was no way his father would care for such a poor motive for anger.
As expected, Robert Pratt rolled his eyes, pinching at the bridge of his nose before speaking once more. “You’re seventeen years old, son. Start behaving like it.” Was the only reply offered before he turned away, marching back towards his office.
“Dad, you’re a lawyer! You literally deal with stuff like stolen property all the time! You always say a man’s property is a man’s livelihood. My cereal toy is my property! Dad----- dad are you listening? Dad?” But he wasn’t, and once more Theo found himself standing alone with no one paying him the time of day. Sighing he fell against the wall, allowing his skinny frame to fall onto the stairs with a great sigh of exhaustion and irritation. “What am I going to do Lana?” He asked the golden haired dog, pulling the animal onto his lap, hands shifting through her fur comfortingly. “What’ve you got there? What’s that... in your mouth.....” The small red plastic object was somewhat crushed and half eaten, put what remained was dropped onto his lap; the sticky and saliva covered toy dog. “This is the cereal toy isn’t it, Lana?” Theo questioned, knowing full well that it was - though there was no telling how the dog had even gotten hold of the toy in the first place.
“Great. I’m going to get ready for school I guess....”
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