Chapter 53

Thomas' POV:

“Tom?” Mum calls from down the hall, that must mean breakfast is done. I grab my homework from the reading table and shove it in my school bag before rubbing my wet hair with the towel on it. 

After sleeping through my alarm this morning, I still spent too much time ruminating on my dream and assuring myself, with the result that I was running late for school. 

I run a comb through my damp air before patting it into a fairly presentable shape. Mum yells for me again and I yell right back that I’ll be down in a moment. 

I run around my room like a headless chicken, grabbing the rest of my stuff.

Whoever said all nerds were neat freaks must have studied the wrong one or must have been making a hasty generalization. 

At 11, president of the class club, and secretary in the Math club, my room only looked like a human’s habitat when Mum took pity on me and cleaned up for me once in a while. 

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