Blake Zepline
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Blake laid on the sofa with his hands tucked behind his head, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He was consumed in his thoughts, something that he had become accustomed to over the past few days. Not only was he in the habit of retreating to his thoughts, but he had also taken to ignoring his mother and Joshua, refusing to come to terms with acknowledging him as his father.
The sun was slowly rising, the light eclipsing the twinkling Christmas lights that were drapped around a large pine tree that took up most of the living room. He cast the tree a repulsive look. His mother and Joshua had distinctly set it up in the hopes of elating the usual gloominess of the house with some defiant Christmas spirit.
He had taken to growing an outburst of dislike for everything the two did, whether it was Joshua's cooking, his mother's openness for conversation, or their continuing rants of spending 'quality time together'. But above all, it was Cloe's attempts to urge him to speak with Joshua alone that always thrust a tattered mood upon him. The only person he spoke to directly was Lily, and to his amusement, this annoyed his mother very much.
Turning on the sofa, Blake wondered if he were the only one awake on this dull Christmas morning. Surely someone was bound to enter the living room, if not his mother coming in to check on him as usually often as possible.
The sun was slowly rising, the light eclipsing the twinkling Christmas lights that were drapped around a large pine tree that took up most of the living room. He cast the tree a repulsive look. His mother and Joshua had distinctly set it up in the hopes of elating the usual gloominess of the house with some defiant Christmas spirit.
He had taken to growing an outburst of dislike for everything the two did, whether it was Joshua's cooking, his mother's openness for conversation, or their continuing rants of spending 'quality time together'. But above all, it was Cloe's attempts to urge him to speak with Joshua alone that always thrust a tattered mood upon him. The only person he spoke to directly was Lily, and to his amusement, this annoyed his mother very much.
Turning on the sofa, Blake wondered if he were the only one awake on this dull Christmas morning. Surely someone was bound to enter the living room, if not his mother coming in to check on him as usually often as possible.