To where Patrick Higgle ran off? To his bedroom. Located on the top floor, otherwise known as, the attic. It was a largely spaced room full of nothing. Nothing except for, Patricks squeaking bed, his dresser, a side table, a lamp, and pieces of chalk placed... everywhere. Patrick enjoyed having a room to himself and not needing to share on with any of the other, interesting, children. In order to get to his room, in fact, he walked straight down the highest bedroom level. Pushed against a normal wall to find a spiral, wooden, staircase. After another hallways, and a few steps, a door stood with words "The Attic" inscribed on the door. Patrick could care less about where his room was placed, he just wanted a view of the city, miles away.
The afternoon went by fast and soon Patrick found himself listening to the same old arguments. The meal; baked beans, a turkey sandwich, and carrots. "I'd rather starve." Patrick whispered as he pushed his tray away and picked up his bag. "Patrick, please sit down. " came a near by voice. "You haven't touched your food. Any of it." Patrick heard the plop of the beans falling to his try. "Umm... I not hungry Madam MonFreair."
The afternoon went by fast and soon Patrick found himself listening to the same old arguments. The meal; baked beans, a turkey sandwich, and carrots. "I'd rather starve." Patrick whispered as he pushed his tray away and picked up his bag. "Patrick, please sit down. " came a near by voice. "You haven't touched your food. Any of it." Patrick heard the plop of the beans falling to his try. "Umm... I not hungry Madam MonFreair."
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