Camden - Shifting Inside
Camden woke up the next day to the sound of the rain beating softly against the ground. His blue eyes opened just a crack, taking in the image outside the window. The sun was hidden behind groups of ominous clouds that appeared almost daunting, but he'd never been one to be influenced by the weather.
Muttering something insensible under his breath, he reached blindly to his bedside table to grab hold of his phone. Feeling the touch of the cool metal against his fingers, he peered through one eye. The time on the digital clock of his small device read: 10:15 A.M.
Groaning, he sat up straight on the bed, stretching his arms as they popped lightly at the joints. Today was the start of another day. That was what got to him as he stood up with a huff, and headed towards the bathroom to freshen himself up.
Saturdays were long days for Camden. His father worked Saturdays - seeing as his sole income was the source of survival for all three of them. Knowingly, he would usually ship Camden and Claire off to their mother's, which was halfway across the city. If their father had the same plan for today, that would mean Claire and Camden would have to leave a sharp noon, and take the subway before finally arriving at their beloved mother's house.