Thursday, the 6th
Our parents had prepared me and my younger brother for taking care of the house when they were gone. See, they’d decided to go on a trip a couple towns over to spend some time off at the beach together. I personally think they should do it more, considering what I was able to do in their absence. They were going to be gone for around two days. The latter half of Thursday, the former half of Saturday, and the entirety of Friday.
Since I knew they’d be gone at least one entire day, I got to thinking about how I could utilize their absence, and, since my younger brother knows I’m trans, I decided the best thing to do was just be myself for a day. A whole day to dress how I want, act how I want, talk how I want, and ultimately, just be myself, all around the house, or the yard, or anywhere else I wanted.
Unfortunately, the kitchen camera complicated things. A few years ago, my parents had installed a camera in the kitchen. It took several short videos every hour and had recently gained the ability to record audio. This made my idea a bit tricky to pull off. I’d need to somehow unplug it without being seen, or make up some excuse that made sense as for why I’d be unplugging my parents’ camera, something I was pretty sure they’d use quite a bit in a circumstance like this, being away from home and all. So for now, I left it alone.
As soon as my parents had left, I messaged Dixie and Karli and asked if they wanted to come over. It had been a while since we’d hung out since I had been very preoccupied with the 7th Street crowd the last couple months, but that was all the more reason to do so again.
Karli was the first to come over since Dixie was hanging out with some other friends at that point. We talked for a bit, but it was kind of awkward. I’ve always preferred hanging out with multiple people at a time instead of just one, since conversations just seem to flow easier from that for whatever reason. I showed Karli my CRT TV, but, like my younger brother, she heard this ringing noise that came from it, one which I can’t hear. Neither can my dad, mom, and older brother. Yet for some reason, my younger brother, Karli and Dixie (as I realized later) all could for whatever reason.
Eventually, Dixie negotiated a ride to my house from her mother and arrived just as Karli and I had finished watching “The Nightman Cometh” from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Once she’d gotten there, the awkward tension instantly broke, as I knew it would. We got to play Jackbox, something I’d installed earlier this year to be played at my birthday party, something I never actually had since I kept delaying it.
Speaking of the fact that I never had that birthday party, this was actually the first time any friends had been over to my house since elementary school, considering I was homeschooled for its latter half, and middle school, so this was the first time I got to utilize anything I’d set up for my birthday party. One of which was a picture of Donald Trump above my bed that I’d put up as a replacement gag since cardboard cut-outs were too expensive. See, I was originally going to put a cardboard cut-out of my good friend Collin Pearson just in my closet, so when my friends came over, they’d be surprised at the random Collin if ever they or I opened the door.
Eventually though, Karli had to go and, since she was her ride home, take Dixie with her, leaving me to eat an entire pepperoni pizza by myself, which was actually concerningly easy. And once they were gone, I decided, screw it, and unplugged the camera. I thought I could use the excuse that I was trying to unplug and plug back in the router, but I accidentally unplugged the camera. Realizing the router didn’t turn off, I’d find its actual cord and unplug and plug it back in, forgetting I left the cord to the camera unplugged.
And now that the camera was off, I went up to my room to change.
