Transformation: Day 5

Word Count: 30,027

Summary of Events:

Elianne arrived home from school fretting because of the fact that her dad had gone for more eye testing that would determine whether his eyes could be helped or not; to her extreme dismay she learned that they couldn't be helped and he was going blind, which meant moving was merely a matter of when, not if. 

Excerpt of the Day:

Seated at the dining table, Taylor waited tensely for the food to be served. He chafed at being with Grandmother and Grandfather, but was glad that he only had one more day before he was off to Orange to get his things, and therefrom to Adaminaby.

He would be going to the school later this afternoon to get the last of his things out of his dorm room, and then he’d spend the rest of the day after that packing up all of his things — outside of essentials needed tomorrow morning — from his room here.

Tomorrow morning he would use and then pack his essentials and be off. It wouldn’t take long to get to Orange, and then he would be staying with Aunt Portia only for as long as absolutely necessary to collect the things he had there — hopefully less than a week — before setting out to Adaminaby and being able to actually move into a flat Whitney had secured on his behalf, as it was a nice, new, modern building and if Whitney wouldn’t have secured it he would’ve lost out on it and had to settle for a more questionable unit, based on what the description online had been, which hadn’t been dispelled much by Whitney’s report.

Taylor wiggled his foot under the table as he waited rather impatiently for the meal to be served so that he could get on with what he wanted to do, instead of having to sit here in the presence of his grandparents, who were no more happy with him than he was with them.

He stared at his empty plate, willing food to appear on it, but nothing happened, which didn’t surprise him.

Grandmother and Grandfather, he knew, were both staring at him, but he refused to look at either one of them, just as he’d refused to look at either of them for every single meal since his graduation party.

It still made him seethe to think that they meant for him to work in a stodgy bank for all the rest of his life. He didn’t think he’d ever get to the point where he would be content to sit around and be bored all day.

Life was supposed to be fun, exciting, busy, and the way he saw it, banking was none of those things; well, other than busy, but it was a harried, deadline-chased sort of busy, it wasn’t busy in the sense of just being so seamlessly and naturally full of activity that there was no time to be bored.

He wanted to have so much to do that he didn’t have time to be weary or bored, he didn’t want to be weary and bored but unable to stop moving lest he become buried in reams of paper and heaps of complaints.