[h3][color=lightblue]A FAMILY VISIT[/color][/h3][color=gray][i]6/15 - Your Parents' House[/i][/color]
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Your parents were more... [i]restrictive[/i] than other's. They had an image to uphold--they were a fanciful, scholarly kind of family that cared little for anything besides their reputation. It was unfortunate that their only child couldn't fit into their rigid ideals; more a burden than [i]'someone to uphold the family legacy'.[/i] Newer kinds of music: electronic, rap, pop, and anything of the sort was, to put it frankly, your parent's worst nightmare. To them, it was a sad substitute of the classics; just made on a computer, there was no glory in it. Faded memories replay in your head; lost and rejected for showing an ounce of interest outside of whatever your parents chose for you.

It's a breezy summer morning, you sit outside on the porch, sitting in a well-made wooden chair, staring at bland, albeit somewhat classy suburban homes. It smells like fresh lawn, with a hint of gasoline lingering in the air. Not many clouds out in the sky either, and your neighbors seem to be quiet at this time of day. 

[color=#77DD77]"Oh, please,"[/color] you hear your father on the phone, talking to [i]someone[/i]; probably some big-shot in the classical scene or just your mother who was away for the moment, [color=#77DD77]"It's pathetic! No effort in their studies at all!"[/color]

Excluding your father, of course.

[color=#77DD77]"Wasted years of my life teaching.... Such a [i]failure[/i]!"[/color] a door slams shut, a voice now muffled.

A cat watches you from a distance, sits in your yard and stares with anticipating eyes. It's been like that for some time now. A notification pops up on your phone, probably a stream reminder or update on your channel.

The cat begins to creep closer toward you.