He tapped his fingers on his desk, anxiously waiting for his acceptance letter. His room was still, the fan was off, and the sunlight and dustmotes swirled in a thin steam coming from a smal break in the shutters. It was empty, but it was home.

His brother, who kept this house as clean as possible, came in the room. He was wearing his cross country jersey and glasses. "Can you go to the grocery store to get some milk for my cereal? We're out."

"Sure. Just watch my laptop for me, mk?" he stood up, a bit reluctant.

"Ok," his brother replied, looking at an invisible thing on the ceiling. His brother’s dark brown eyes were sad in a way.

He stood up and walked out the door, wearing only sandals and a coat. He started the car.

His brother stared at the laptop for five seconds before he decided to surf some of his tabs.

"Why does he need me to watch it anyway?" he muttered. Then, a notification popped up. “You have been accepted into Harvard….” He read.

He jogged down the street after he parked, muttering swears as his breath puffed in front of him. Why did the parking have to be so far from the store? He shivered, even though exercise was making him sweat. Winter was coming full force, and he wasn’t ready for it.

On his way, he passed by a cute little corner shop named, Victorias Secret. He was a boy, but his mom would be pleased to find new underwear on the front doorstep of her house. He came in, conscious of the stares of women, and bought plus size sixteen underwear for his mom. He thanked the cashier, who was eyeing him, and left.

Was it him? Or did the air feel jollier, more festive? He walked, absorbing the city and its beauty. On his way he passed a phone case store. His case was old anyway. He looked for hours…