After that strange encounter at the store, and the purchase I'm still pretty sure is too good to be true, I decided to go straight home.
Truth be told, home isn't the best for me. I'm an only child, and I'm not out and out mistreated - but sometimes it feels like my family just don't care about me. It's like I'm their roommate rather than their kid.
I've always wanted to be able to have a do-over. To get cuddles and attention when I need it, and to have a reason for my parents to coddle me, even just a little bit.
So this... this seemed perfect. I'd get their attention, and not only that but I'd get to start all over again.
I gingerly entered my house when I got home, looking around to see if either of my parents were about, and upon seeing neither of them I took the bag straight up to my bedroom, and for now, hid it under my bed.
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