[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - CliffsNotes Edition

A young boy of about eight years wakes in his bed on the second story of his house. He stretches his arms a little and then pulls the covers to the side, just enough to uncover his feet and slide them off of his bed. He stands up and turns around to straighten his blanket and pillows. He turns off the alarm on his nightstand before it goes off and proceeds to strip off his pajamas and pull out his clothing for the day. 
 
 He can hear his dad yelling but he pays the shouting no mind as he gets dressed for school. He opens his bedroom door a crack to be sure that the hallway is empty, he quickly swings it opened and darts across the hall to the bathroom. Everything is on the left of the bathroom, there is a little closet for dirty laundry where he drops his pajamas. He walks a little bit more into the bathroom and the closet is immediately followed by a counter with a sink in it, he proceeds to remove his toothbrush and paste out of a cupboard hanging on the wall separating the closet from the counter. He brushes his teeth and then puts the paste and brush away. He also brushes his short brown hair with a brush out of the same cupboard and takes care of the rest of his business in the bathroom. The stairway is immediately in front of the bathroom and he ventures down the stairs quietly. 
 
 He slowly walks into the kitchen, seeing his mother alone nursing her arm. It is badly bruised and it looks to be turning purple in a few places. Russell walks over to his mother and gives her a one arm hug, making sure to not disturb her injured arm. She returns a one arm hug and says, `` good morning Russell, are you excited for today? You are getting an award, are n't you?'' Russell looks into his mother's baby blue eyes, smiles and nods his head. His mother, Debbie, gets up out of her chair at the kitchen table and says `` that calls for pancakes, you deserve them.'' 
 
 Russell tries to decline but his mother wo n't hear it and she walks across to the kitchen cupboards and pulls out pancake mix and a frying pan. At this moment a large, frightening man walks in and says, `` what, no hug for your old man? Stupid boy.'' 
 
 Russell wanders past his father and runs upstairs to grab his backpack containing his schoolwork so that he will be prepared to leave for school after breakfast. He carries his backpack down the stairs and sets it by the front door. He can hear his father barking commands to his mother even outside of the kitchen. 
 
 He wants his father to stop but he does n't know how he can make it happen. The barking dies down and he slowly creeps into the kitchen. `` Go ahead and take a seat at the table,'' his mother tells him, `` your pancakes will be done momentarily.'' 
 
 He takes his seat at the small, rectangular table. This table is a light brown color, obviously made of some sort of wood. The legs are rather ornate and the linoleum covering the floor has a strange, wispy pattern on each square. His mother sets the plate down in front of him and says, `` eat up, you're a growing boy.'' 
 
 After he ate he walked back to the living room with a grin on his face. The pancakes were delicious and he could already feel the sugar high beginning. His mother called after him `` be careful when you're walking to school!'' 
 
 He was just about to his backpack by the front door when his dad grabbed him by the shoulder and said, `` say something, boy!'' Russell's eyes went wide in terror, if he could n't say anything before he definitely was n't able to now. He raised his hands to cover his face and eyes, just as his dad raises his fist. 
 
 He struck Russell's shoulder and knocked him to the ground. Russell's mother rushed in and screamed, `` leave him alone Rusty! You know as well as I do that he is mute!'' 
 
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