Our character got up from bed when his mother woke him up.
Sarah: Get up, make your bed.
****: Okay.
(Making the bed has always seemed silly to me. Why do we make our beds? We're just going to sleep in them again at night. If we have guests, sure, let's tidy up, but normally it's just one of those activities we do for aesthetic reasons, and people see it as a responsibility. I find it utterly ridiculous.)
Our character went downstairs to have breakfast.
Sarah: Your breakfast is on the table, eat.
(Never mind explaining the daily necessities of life. As you know, we emailed Leonardo Moretti two days ago, and when I checked my email this morning, I saw no response. I still don't know who he is. What the hell is going on with this Leonardo???)
[2-3 Hours Later]
(Another Sunday morning wasted. I get up, have breakfast, and then spend the rest of the day on the computer. How am I going to change my life?)
John: Aren't you bored? You've been on the computer since morning; you should go outside and get some fresh air.
Character: Okay, Dad.
(Dad is right; I should get some fresh air. Sometimes being cooped up at home can be suffocating. Half an hour outside won't hurt.)
Our character got dressed and went outside.
(The last time I went out for a walk, you know what happened. As for the murder that followed, let's just say they punished the culprit, but I don't know how long he'll stay in jail because he was so young.)
OUR CHARACTER ENTERED A STORE TO GET A SNACK AND BOUGHT SOMETHING.
Cashier: That'll be $20.50.
****: Okay.
After paying, our character found a bench and sat down.
(Loneliness has never left me; as always, I'm alone here.)
Unknown: Hello, have you seen a group of young guys around here? A bunch of them, around 17-18 years old.
****: No, I haven't seen them.
Unknown: They just robbed a store and assaulted a woman while escaping.
****: Do you have any information about their names?
Unknown: I only know one of them is named Sam; he goes to school here.
****: Okay, if I see him, I'll let you know.
Unknown: How will you let me know?
****: I'll find a way.
Unknown: I don't know how that'll happen, but okay.
Our character gathered his things and started walking home.
(Okay, I have a job now. I'm tired of this boring day, and if I find out who Sam is, I can take down the gang easily. What kind of nonsense is this? I don't understand what they wanted from that woman after robbing the store. They'll pay for their actions.)