Routine is how jared started his day. We all have have a routine in our daily life's. Fixed program we set ourselves into, like machines.
It's funny because we don't think we are "machines". But Jared had a different thought on that matter! His Routine greatly differed from most, except those that know the way of "CULTURAL CULTIVATION OF DWEEBS" he called it CCOD!
He felt from the bottom of his selfish soul, humans are machines just with sack of flesh, instead of wires and metal. Well, Jared had a reason to be selfish if you asked him!
Day to day, we wake up doing the same tasks, wake up, Take a shower, brush your teeth, brush your hair, put on clothing, eat breakfast, go to work, come back home eat dinner, brush your teeth, go to sleep, wake up…
You get the gist, same thing all the time with extra shit you do own your own personally.
RING RING RING!
The phone rang a couple more times before Jared decided to pick it up.
Looking at the phone for the time..
"Damn it's only 7:30", Better be something
important"Jared groggily stated!
Being woken up by the phone he was pretty pissed! He was up all night reading novels, watching movies, snacking on whatever he could find in his house or if you asked his parents who's house it was, they would look at you as if you're "dumb".
Jared looked at the number, not recognizing it. Not that he could, he had the habit of inputting every number he had into his contacts. Easier to remember them that way he thought. He wasn't good with names either, only faces funnily.
"Who this"? he questioned.
"Is this Jared King"? a man with a loud deep scratchy voice asked on the line.
The voice kinda scared him a bit, waking him up even more from his half sleepy state. Jared didn't want to answer that thinking it as a scam, but it didn't have the "likely a scam" warning when the call came through so he answered with a …
"Yes, who are you".
It went silent for a second, giving him a Erie vibe! jared was tempted to hang up honestly but before he could, he heard a sigh then the man responded.
"I'm somebody who has been looking for you, for a long time SON"!!
Now Jared was really creeped out, but he was even more fucking MAD that somebody woke him up at 7:30 in the morning to prank call him. They must be really bored or either they had something wrong with their head!
'Who in the right mind would do that?' He thought.
He was holding himself back from cursing up a storm, So he decided to breathe slowly and responded to this "dumbass".
"Listen bruh, I ain't your SON. You got the wrong number, I don't know how you know my name, and I don't want to know. Forget the name and the number"! Jared stated loudly with a bit of frustration in his voice.
The man didn't get agitated nor was he mad, he calmly responded with " you have been stolen from us, and we will get you back SON, one way or another, so just wait patiently for me"! Then the phone went silent, the number vanishing from the screen as ghosts do before holy light!
Jared just looked dumbfounded, 'what the actual fuck' he thought! He even went to berate himself for even answering or playing along with that lunatic. He decided to just let it go, since he was up he might as well go get something to eat.
He looked around his room, the sunlight coming in, gold specks shining up his room through window curtains. Inanimate Dust fairies glimmering and dancing. If he had took the time to be up close, at the right angle! A small room, it was enough for him. He did not mind, he was not gonna consider himself materialistic, unless it come to money. Anything he had was his, bought by him, and would fight for it, because he worked for it.
He a had computer he used for beats, on a desk at the end of his bed side. With a monitor, headset and all things needed for beatmaking. He just got into honestly as a side hobby. Shoes spread out, laundry bin with washed but unfolded clothes set to the side of his dresser. He was to lazy to fold them, he would rather do construction work rather then fold clothes. To him, folding clothes was "having a BOA CONSTRICTER catching you sleeping, wrapping you up, only to wake you up suffocating your mind and lungs!" He started thinking of what he need to do today but he was kinda hungry so he slowly started getting out of bed, heading towards his dresser located right across from the computer.
He chose a black sweat pants with white Tee, putting it on quickly.
Most people would call him a basement dweller, mole, a ground hog. He didn't mind if that's what they would call him, thought of himself that way too.
He liked hanging with friends and socializing to a certain degree but after that he would shut himself down here, where he felt most comfortable.
He was musing on what he should eat when he made it up the stairs, opening the basement door.
What greeted him was racket of noises, family members moving around getting ready for work! Having six siblings made it so, it never was quiet in the house. Some getting ready go to school. His parents were middle class but he wondered how they had the courage to have 6 children, adding him to the mix coming to 7. Now Jared was different from all six. You would think so too, if you saw them together for the first time! Don't feel special, it would not just be you, most tend to make the mistake on the first meet.
Even if he didn't know he was a adopted, he would've found out eventually. He had one glaring difference that set him apart from his adoptive family, his skin color.
He was a milkway caramel chocolate delight if you asked him to describe himself, at least that's what he told the ladies. Don't even ask, he doesn't kiss and tell! Unless it's his bestfriend,
'cause then they would be having the locker room talks' he smirked with that thought in his mind.
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He got to the pantry, where they stored the snacks. Looking inside, he didn't really find much, 'no surprise there' he wasn't expecting much but he did find a protein bar which he grabbed to munch on.
As he closed it and turned around, his adoptive dad came through the doorway of the bedroom side of the house.
The bedrooms was separated by a wall with a door way connected to the kitchen. The living room being near the front door with a wall separating it from the kitchen.
Jared looked up and when he caught his 'dad', his conversation on the phone, flooded back! Giving him an ominous feeling. His hairs on the back of his neck standing, a chill running down his spine!