NARRATIVE : THE ENLIGHTENED

TIMMY – A G8 PIECE

Sunlight cascades through the window, unveiling the darkness within a bland room, and attempts to cheer up the dull green wallpapers.

Soft, cooling breezes also sneak in, carrying small, nearly transparent dust particles onto the table. Once on its surface, they leap up and down like an unorganized squad of cheerleaders. Some puff in dismay when colliding with the only book in this room: “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. ” Summer has always proven to be energizing with early mornings, and now it is doing its best.

“Dingggggg!!!!”

Gin sloppily waves his clock on the ground, gingerly rubs his sore eyes, and drags himself downstairs for breakfast.

“You have ten minutes before the school bus picks you up!”

“I’ll be fast, mom!”

Now the footsteps have turned into a rush. He grabs the donut and takes a giant bite from its sugar-coated surface. When his tongue glides over the sugar, his eyeballs bulge, his cheeks swell, and he pretends to

vomit.

“Your donut tastes like raw dough!”

“Next time wake up early and make it yourself!” his mom menacingly snaps.

Gin jumps meters high and tiptoes back to his seat, mumbling while quickly finishing it off.

“Bus is coming!”

“Bye mom!”