Head back home

Using the money Doe had given you, you were easily able to afford a bus ticket, and within the next half hour were on a home bound bus.

As the bus traveled along, you began to think about your family. About how they’ll take the news.

You thought about your mom. She actually looked somewhat similar to how you do now. She Irish (in the American meaning) with wavy shoulder-length red hair. She was a stout woman with a little extra weight and a sizable bust that gave her a very matronly look. A professional housewife, she was somewhat conservative and deeply Catholic.

Then their was your father. A somewhat bland man. Brown hair, average size, a little on the skinny side. He was a college professor in an extremely boring and highly specific field. He often secluded himself to his study, and very rarely had you ever seen him wear something other than a cardigan and khakis. Not to mention his Harry-Potter looking glasses.

And finally their was your older sister Gwen. According to your mother, she took after the women on your dad’s side (a trait you luckily didn’t share). Growing up she had always been a nerdy girl, but when she came back from college for her first Christmas break you couldn’t even recognize her. At some point after leaving home she had made the jump from nerdy teen to sophisticated woman. She had straight brown hair that stopped before her shoulders. She’ed switched out her glasses for contacts. And through conversations overheard between her and your mother, you learned that she had also filled out to a B-cup.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the crappy speaker system on the bus informing you it had arrived at its destination. You disembarked and walked through you suburban hometown, until you found yourself standing outside the front door of your house.

You didn’t even know what you were going to even say, but that didn’t matter to you. As long as you had faith that you could get through this, you knew you were going to turn out fine. You knocked on the door, and a couple of minutes latter, the door opens to reveal your mother standing in the entrance way.

“John?!”