Loose fitting wrist watch

(Forgot to specify: you go to a school that's join with a high school,making you and Michael in 10th grade,and Chris in second,I'm pretty sure those exist.)

Your point of view:

I wake up from a weird dream,it was about some sort of...epiphany I had recently,but only in the dream. I can't even remember what I realized in the dream,it was all a blur. I rub my eyes and grab my phone,scrolling through my Instagram feed.

I see the guy I saw yesterday.

In the photo he was standing in front of a stage with his little brother. He had an angry expression,but it looked like he was being forced to smile. Probably by his father or mother taking the picture. On the stage there were three robots,each with its own stand out feature.

One of them was a chicken or a duck with a bib that said LET'S EAT!!! in bold purple and yellow letters,another one that was obviously a bunny had a red electric guitar in his chubby hands. And the one in the middle who looked like a bear had a big black top hat standing perfectly in the centre between is two ears.

I looked carefully at the little brother,his eyes looked red and puffy,like he was crying. It wasn't exactly a rare sight to see now.. he seemed to cry all the time. Tears erupting from his brown eyes constantly,like a big volcano of fear.

I turned off my phone and got out of bed,slightly shakey,I was always like that,I don't know why and I couldn't be bothered to get it checked out. I look to my calendar.

It's Saturday today.

I have plans with my mother to go to a family restaurant,but she didn't tell me the name. I just hope it isn't one of those run down diners that were built like,50 years ago. My hair was rather knotted,so I grabbed my hair brush and brushed it out,it always hurt to brush my hair,I don't do good job on it because of that. 

His expression comes back to me.

In class,that guy looked..worn out and tired.

It might just be school stress,and it probably is but I couldn't get it off my mind. Is it what Sadie said? Or is he just having personal issues? I shouldn't worry about this,I don't even know his name yet.

I walk downstairs and smell fresh eggs and bacon being made,the sizzling of the bacon loud. My mother was making breakfast like she always did,but she never mad breakfasts like this,today just be a special occasion,but what kind of special occasion? She notices me standing on the last stair step and smiles.

"Good morning,sweetheart. How was your sleep?" She asks with a piece of egg on her face. "It was ok,pretty normal like always." I respond. I walk towards her, "why are you making eggs and bacon? You never do that."

Her smile turns softer. "Our neighbours wife passed away last year,so I want to do something nice for them." I never payed attention to our neighbours since we only moved in about two months ago. "What's his or hers name?" I ask.

"William afton,and his children,Michael,Chris and Elizabeth."

Afton? The family Sadie was talking about yesterday? That's quite the coincidence..

"Cool,anyways,I gotta get dressed,can't go places looking like this."

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I sit at my kitchen table and eat a microwaved hot pocket,it's delicious,easy to make,but leaves quite a large mess. I wish I had some eggs,but it's for them,not for me. I don't deserve a home made breakfast today.

I finish up and wipe the sauce off of my yellow table cloth. Our house was small and old,but enough to live in for me and my mom. It had two bedrooms,two bathrooms and the walls were all different colours.

The kitchen walls were a pale yellow,the living room walls were a pale beige, and our room walls were a pale blue. And the crown Molding was an odd white due to aging.

"Y/N,we have to give them the food now" my mother says. I walk out the door with her,slightly nervous. What if he had told his father what Sadie said to him,or that I got the answer wrong and wasn't paying attention? I walk anyways. Their house was a lavender colour and looked about the same as ours,made of wood on the outside too.

My mother knocks on the door and it opens quickly. The man who opens it was pale,skinny and he had fluffy brown hair. Under his eyes were slight bags. "Oh! Hello,I believe I've never met one of you before..what's your name darling?" He asks,a slight British accent.

"It's y/n,nice to meet you,William."

I say,startled by the sudden need to speak.

"What a lovely name. And I already know you,Merlinda." He smiles. "We made some eggs and bacon for you,because we figured you guys might be pretty sad today." My mother says,handing him the containers.

One of his children runs down the stairs. She had dazzling orange hair that reached her waist,and she was wearing a pink t-shirt accompanied by a long pale blue skirt. Her hair had a large red bow in it. "Who are they,daddy?" She asks with a huge smile on her face.

"These lovely ladies are y/n and merlinda,I believe one of them goes to school with Michael and chris." He answers her. "Nice to meet you! I'm Elizabeth!" She shakes both my and my mother's hands at the same time. She was energetic and ever so adorable. Much more likeable to be around than her brother.

"I hope we can play together some time,Elizabeth!" I respond making her smile. She stands next to her father. "Elizabeth,dear,why don't you go try to wake up Chris and wash your face?" William asks her. "Ok daddy!" She responds a huge smile on her face as she runs back upstairs.

"Thank you guys so much,I really cannot thank you enough for the consideration you have for us." He says a warm smile on his face.  "It was the least we could do,William. Must be hard being a single father.." my mother said. He nodded a bit. "There's some..rough times for us all,but we try to manage." He says. "At least the kids aren't too much of a handful."

He looked at the watch on his wrist that barely fit him. "Goodness,look at the time. I have to be at the pizzeria in 25 minutes,and silly old me hasn't even had breakfast yet." He turns around and places the eggs on a nearby table.

"Michael! Chris! Say hello to the neighbours before they leave."

One by one the two boys run down the loudly creaking stairs. I look at the taller boy who's name I still don't know yet,he seemed perfectly fine. "Hello, I guess. My names Michael,and this is Chris." He rolls his eyes and William looks at him with slight anger on his face.

Chris waves shyly.

"Hello.." Chris says from behind his father.

"Anyways," William says. "I have to get ready now,thank you so much for the breakfast!"

I nod. "Ok,see you soon at the pizzeria!" My mother waves as the door closes,and we walk back home.

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