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sparkinyou) wrote2020-09-22 08:27 am
sparkinyou) wrote2020-09-22 08:27 am
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Room 305: Tuesday Afternoon
Miles was at his desk watching a video for his online physics class. The video was about quantum physics, alternate realities and featured the head scientist of some brain trust called "Alchemax" and Miles was doing his best to try and pay attention but the view outside was way more interesting.
And that's when his phone rang. Seeing who it was, Miles sighed and answered. "Hi Dad."
The voice on the other end of the line started off with an apology but anyone around the room would only hear the faintest 'Wa-Wa' sound of a parental figure from a Charlie Brown Special. "You're not coming for Parent's Weekend?" Miles replied. "No. No. It's fine. I get it. You and Mom can't control schedules sometimes. I understand. But... listen. Dad. I need to talk to you."
Closing his door he spent a good five minutes staring at his phone before finally dialing a number. Collapse( Dad? )
“Dad? Are you busy? I need to talk to you.”
He took a big long breath and pushed forward. This was not going to be a fun conversation.
“Dad. Seriously. I have to come home.” Miles whined on the phone. “This place is NOT a school. It’s seriously weird!”
No one who wasn’t on the phone could hear the response. In fact if the phone wasn’t in your ear it just sounded like an adult talking in one of the many Charlie Brown specials.
“No! I’m not just saying that, Dad,” Mile rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This place is like a nexus of alternative realities! My science teacher? He turned everyone into dinosaurs and in another class gave everybody wings! My roommate? She's from a completely different planet!"
The Charlie Brown wa-wa sounds seemed to get a little excited by that.
"Dad, the fact that I have a girl roommate is not what you should be taking away from this," Miles groaned. "Did you miss the part about the dinosaurs?"
There was a very serious Charlie Brown response to that.
"No! I’m not on drugs! This is seriously happening!”
Miles stopped talking and listened for a good minute as the trumpet wa-was on the other end of the phone began talking about “being tough”, “hanging in there” and “this is the way things were.”
“But Dad!”
More wa-was.
“This isn’t fair. This is barely a school, Dad. It’s strange and bizarre and I just want to go back to Brooklyn and be normal for a change.”
This time the wa-wa’s were getting a little adamant.
“It just feels like I don’t have a choice-!”
This time you didn’t have to be on the phone to hear Miles’ father. And it wasn't a wa-wa sound. “YOU DON’T!”
Miles didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything else coming from the other end of the phone. “Right,” he said, finally.”Okay.”
There were more wa-wa’s. Kind of like the sound of a parent knowing they had gone too far with their child but didn’t know how to come back from it. Miles wasn't having any of it.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later," Miles said cutting him off. "Bye, Dad.”
Miles hung up and looked out the window. From his vantage point he could see the the bridge that led to the mainland. Without much thought he hit another number on his phone. “Hey. Uncle Aaron? It’s Miles. Listen, can I come over to hang out this weekend? I just need to get a break from this place. You know what I mean?”
This time the sound at the other end of the phone was cheerful. Welcoming. Understanding. Miles smiled in relief. “Thanks, Uncle Aaron. I’ll see you Saturday.”
[Open]
And that's when his phone rang. Seeing who it was, Miles sighed and answered. "Hi Dad."
The voice on the other end of the line started off with an apology but anyone around the room would only hear the faintest 'Wa-Wa' sound of a parental figure from a Charlie Brown Special. "You're not coming for Parent's Weekend?" Miles replied. "No. No. It's fine. I get it. You and Mom can't control schedules sometimes. I understand. But... listen. Dad. I need to talk to you."
Closing his door he spent a good five minutes staring at his phone before finally dialing a number. Collapse( Dad? )
“Dad? Are you busy? I need to talk to you.”
He took a big long breath and pushed forward. This was not going to be a fun conversation.
“Dad. Seriously. I have to come home.” Miles whined on the phone. “This place is NOT a school. It’s seriously weird!”
No one who wasn’t on the phone could hear the response. In fact if the phone wasn’t in your ear it just sounded like an adult talking in one of the many Charlie Brown specials.
“No! I’m not just saying that, Dad,” Mile rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This place is like a nexus of alternative realities! My science teacher? He turned everyone into dinosaurs and in another class gave everybody wings! My roommate? She's from a completely different planet!"
The Charlie Brown wa-wa sounds seemed to get a little excited by that.
"Dad, the fact that I have a girl roommate is not what you should be taking away from this," Miles groaned. "Did you miss the part about the dinosaurs?"
There was a very serious Charlie Brown response to that.
"No! I’m not on drugs! This is seriously happening!”
Miles stopped talking and listened for a good minute as the trumpet wa-was on the other end of the phone began talking about “being tough”, “hanging in there” and “this is the way things were.”
“But Dad!”
More wa-was.
“This isn’t fair. This is barely a school, Dad. It’s strange and bizarre and I just want to go back to Brooklyn and be normal for a change.”
This time the wa-wa’s were getting a little adamant.
“It just feels like I don’t have a choice-!”
This time you didn’t have to be on the phone to hear Miles’ father. And it wasn't a wa-wa sound. “YOU DON’T!”
Miles didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything else coming from the other end of the phone. “Right,” he said, finally.”Okay.”
There were more wa-wa’s. Kind of like the sound of a parent knowing they had gone too far with their child but didn’t know how to come back from it. Miles wasn't having any of it.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later," Miles said cutting him off. "Bye, Dad.”
Miles hung up and looked out the window. From his vantage point he could see the the bridge that led to the mainland. Without much thought he hit another number on his phone. “Hey. Uncle Aaron? It’s Miles. Listen, can I come over to hang out this weekend? I just need to get a break from this place. You know what I mean?”
This time the sound at the other end of the phone was cheerful. Welcoming. Understanding. Miles smiled in relief. “Thanks, Uncle Aaron. I’ll see you Saturday.”
[Open]