How Boredom Comes About

Yesterday, in Maryland and Washington D.C. area, a storm approached. Of course, my younger siblings, Marcus and Tieler, were running through housing panicking and preparing for the worst. I had only returned home from school. It was raining, giving everything a gray effect. 

Though it was raining, I still took my time coming down the street. The street lamps weren't on, and the neighborhood seemed to be deserted, so I figured the power and been cut off, because of the storm. As I approached my home, I found my mother, Coretta, and Marcus standing in the frame of the garage. 

Obvious, they announce that the power is off, and then question me "Why weren't you running... it's raining!"

Obviously, I realize its raining, but I not afraid of water. I continued, into the room with was only illuminated by the foggy gray outside, and light reflecting off the clouds. I fix myself a bowl of chips and nacho cheese. Time moves on... I fall asleep... I wake up, and the power has just flickered on. Immediately I get my Treo, and plug it into the charger. I charge onto into the family, were all the lights had been turned on, probably because of people testing the power, beforehand.

Even though, I was lucky enough to have power: that didn't mean EVERYONE had power. I called a few people, to check my theory. So far everyone seemed to okay. 

The next morning, I'm actually prepared of a school day, oddly. I take out a pair of shoes, which had three months worth of mowing the lawn on them, and take 15 minutes of my morning schedule in order to clean them. 

I finish cleaning them. Still I had time to spare, so I download a few songs to keep me entertained throughout the school-day. I manage to SYNC a few songs and a movie, to my Zune. Still with time to spare, I go into the Bathroom, and begin applying a facial clean, which would usually be applied that night before, but because I had the time, I decided to use it. 

The cream was applied and then whipped clean. 

The Bus is surely only a few minutes away, so I quickly take my Treo from the charger, un-SYNC my Zune, and then through my backpack, of course, on my back. The next moment there is a vibrating sensation in my pocket. I take out my Treo, and find a picture of my mother stained across the Treo's screen. I already assumed, that she would be calling me just to make sure I was on my way to the Bus Stop. 

She explains to me that because of all of the power outages throughout Maryland, School is closed. 

So here I am, in a Thursday Morning, bored and lonely. 

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