The walls listen| Part 1
The clock on the living room swings, a loud mechanical sound being made with each one of them. Mason sat in a chair, the front one of the dining table, it was a nice room the one he was in, fancy carpets, bright yellow carpets. The wooden table was unmatched in beauty and the bookshelves adorned with twists and turns that made them stand out. Everything always stood out. That was the way his parents did everything. He could see them compliment his achievements yes, they were excited for his new championship of chess he won, it was a joyful occasion after all. But why couldn't he share those feelings? They spoke and asked and he answered and pretended to listen, just as they did. He hated it all. "...take you to extra classes" "...pay personal tutors to teach you" More, more, do
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