“Someone like me? What do you mean? And like I said, it's to reorganize values possibly?”
“It's to replace them.” I mumbled in a low voice.
“Sounds a bit dangerous.”
“What you think isn't my problem.” I grabbed the papers and turned away from him.
“What do you plan to do with this?”
“Again, it's none of your business.”
“Weird, you remind me of someone.”
“I honestly don't care.” I walked out the door.
I found it strange that he hadn't fallowed me, but I had enough of human contact for one day, I thought. The thought that he somewhat knew what I'd written down was a bit unnerving. Looking over the papers again, I noticed a few more errors and took a mental note to fix them later. I glanced behind me briefly and saw that no one was there. Never before was I this paranoid over a single person. I shook my head from irritation and walked out the door of the building. The walk home had been almost painless and the pain in my lungs only started to occur when I got back home. I was feeling tired just from walking and decided to take a moment to relax. Unfortunately, my step-mother was home and that really didn't help at all. I was sitting on one of the chairs in the living room with my lap top on the table when she decided to try to start a conversation with me.
“How was your day at school?” She asked halfheartedly.
I ignored her and forced my attention elsewhere. She came and stood beside me.
“Going to do this again, are you?”
“Please don't bother me.” I replied quietly.
“That doesn't look like schoolwork.”
“It doesn't have to be.”
“So, I assume you've finished that, already?”
“Yes, now please leave me alone.”
“Your father asked about you. Apparently, one of your teachers called him and said you looked ill?”
“That's not my problem.”
“Well, it is, actually. He said he wants you to call him at some point.”
“Right.” I said despite not wanting to do so.
“Do you want to get it over with right now?”
Feeling a bit panicked, I shut the lid of the laptop and took it downstairs with me without another word.
I closed the door to my room and put the laptop away in the case. My mind was still a bit panicked as I turned on the desktop and took out the papers I wrote on earlier. I worked on the program for quite some time, but it seemed that most of the scripts I had written down were already a part of the text to begin with. I felt a bit stupid when I had to delete an entire row of figures just because I'd calculated a value incorrectly. Taking this as a sign that I needed a break, I stood up and went over to the television. Sitting in front of it, I turned it on and absentmindedly watched the person on there talk about the news and such. My mind kept drifting elsewhere. I was starting to feel a bit hungry, but I didn't want to go upstairs and risk having to talk to my step-mother. After a while of trying to push away this pitiful human need, I submitted to it and reluctantly walked up the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw nothing I particularly enjoyed and decided to look in the cupboards. Again, seeing nothing I liked, I sighed and turned to go back downstairs.
“Do you want me to make you something?” My step-mother asked from the living room.
I didn't reply and just stood there awkwardly. Why should I have to let her be aware of my weakness? I didn't need her help before and I didn't see why I'd need it now. I turned my back to her and avoided her eyes.