Fortunately, I stayed after school, and with the occasional advice of a friend, I trimmed to down to exactly one thousand words. I have to give him credit, for without his help, I might have still been invalid by ten words.
After taking a ridiculously scorching shower that used up all the hot water, Kraig, the second oldest and seventeen years old, went to the dinner table and poured himself a bowl of Life cereal. He ate his cereal at a practiced pace. He would finish at a time between 5:55 and 5:56.
His older brother, Robert, came out of nowhere. Kraig wasn't fond of Robert. Automatically, Kraig shielded his food with his arm. Robert shrugged off his behavior an then just went to the cabinet, grabbed some cereal, and began eating from it like a bag of potato chips.
Kraig tolerated the insolent sound of the fingers clawing through Honey Nut Cheerios temporarily, but he could not censor it completely. Suddenly, he stomped his fist against the table. "Cretin! Other people like to dine on those provisions! Could you exercise some etiquette?"
Robert shrugged. "Whatever."
The clock struck 5:57.
"Dynamite!" exclaimed Kraig in frustration.
Hurriedly, Robert put the box back into the cabinet and picked up his back-pack. "See you!" He said. Kraig felt less tense now that he was gone.
Kraig raced to finish the rest of the cereal and then washed the dish. While he washed, Matthew, the youngest brother, entered the room. He stood for a moment, perplexed, hands at his hips. After observing the room, he made a casual statement, "I don't need a sixth sense to tell that Robert ticked you off."
Not looking up from the dishes, Kraig nodded.
"I hope he didn't give you a heart attack," shrugged Matthew. He went for the Life cereal on the table, but Kraig finished washing the dish before that pranced to the box before Matthew could do anything with it. Quickly, he poured it into the washed bowl.
"What's this room service for?"
"I perceive you making the egregious transgression of omitting significant velocity that is imperative if we are to get out before six o'clock."
Matthew finished at 6:02.
Later, as they made their way to the grocery store to buy meet for Kraig, since he didn't think that the school served enough of it, a girl with very long, strait brown hair walked past them. She had walked a little ways when she looked back at the two boys. In an instant, she felt admiration for the shorter of the two that she couldn't explain. She stared at him with dreamy eyes, imagining him turning around at staring back, and showing a modest smile. She imagined him not forgetting her afterwords, and the two of them meeting again.
Kraig looked back and noticed her, staring into the distance. "What is that escapist looking at," he wondered allowed.
Matthew looked back. Immediately, he understood what was going on. He could efficiently tell what people were thinking. He quickly looked away and picked up his pace, leading Kraig away. "Nothing noteworthy," he lied, and desperately changed the subject, "Anyways, I freshly received an e-mail this morning warning of a virus on our computer. You might be stalked, so be careful."
"Matt, our ménage is devoid of the possession of any computers," said Kraig, confused.
They went about town as the regularly did, but Matt made sure that they never passed the spot with the girl again. When the time came, they went to school. Kraig and Matthew parted ways, and Kraig went to his first and favorite class, History.
The teacher, Mister Lehman, made his first announcements. "We have a new student here today, Miss Ruby Borson. I hope you can all make her feel welcome in this school." Ruby went to the front of the class to introduce herself. Kraig recognized her as the girl who he saw on Main Street . His interest quickly faded as he yearned for class to start. Once Ruby went to her seat, Lehman began his lecture.
"Now, yesterday we finished up our unit on Carter, so we will be moving on to Ronald..."
Kraig raised his hand and automatically interrupted Lehman. "When Reagan entered office, the United States inflation rate stood at 11.83% and unemployment at 7.5%. Reagan implemented policies based on supply-side economics and - "
"Kraig! Wait to be called on!"
"The last time I let you monologue, you taught more than the dictionary had."
Lehman sighed, and then continued with his lecture. Kraig didn't listen, although he made mental notes whenever the teacher got something wrong and battled the urge to correct him.
Meanwhile, in the back of the class, Ruby was having her dream come true. She thought that Kraig had intentionally shown off just to deliver her a good impression.
Outside of class, Ruby "accidentally" dropped her books when Kraig passed. Kraig picked them up for her, but as he walked away, Matthew at his side, he said, "People these days are irrevocably impecunious regarding sloth."
The moment Kraig was out of sight, Matthew ducked into the nearest bathroom and banged his head against the wall. He was interrupted when Robert walked in.
"Kraig is hopeless."
"What, did he get a girl?"
"He got one all right, but he has no clue she likes him."
"Not my problem."
"Robert! He's your brother. If you don't do something, he'll never get on the right track and she'll be very disappointed."
Robert hesitated, then admitted, "All right. I guess I could work some magic..."
Robert already had an idea as he exited the room. He quickly spotted the new girl, who was late for her next class. He went over beside her.
Ruby recoiled, feeling unpleasant around him already.
"Babe, this school isn't for losers. Do yourself a favor and don't get in anybody's way."
"Thanks for the advice. Not."
Robert pestered her a little more, but eventually Kraig came around and noticed how he was treating her. Immediately, he came to her defense.
"Leave her alone!" he said.
"Whatever," said Robert, but as he walked away he said to himself, "My work here is done."