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Cameron walked into the house, worn down school bag over his shoulder. The old, dirty, drawstring bag looked like it could fall apart at any moment, or the next time he dropped it. Which in reality, it very well could have. But it hadn't yet. So Cameron didn't worry. After closing the door, Cameron listened for any of his family but didn't hear them. So he just continued to his room. He didn't bother with taking his shoes off, still convinced that if he did he'd probably catch his death of a cold. It could very well happen. Especially in winter time. With it raining, even just a bit, it was more likely. Cameron didn't want to take any chances. Tossing his bag with little care onto his just as worn bed, Cameron walked to the dresser that held what little clothes he owned. Stripping of and laying out to try his wet clothes, he changed into a pair of baggy sweats and a too big t-shirt. Even if he looked strange, it was comfortable. Only when he'd gotten up onto his bed, did he kick off his shoes and cross his legs. Pulling a few papers from his backpack and a book, he started over his homework. Looking over everything with very little interest or care. In another part of his mind he wondered where everyone was. His little brother was probably roaming around somewhere in the house. Or hiding in a cabinet somewhere. Scarlet was most likely out, maybe in the forest. Their father was still probably at work. Cameron had considered dropping by and visiting. But he knew it wouldn't have been worth much. Plus his father was likely too busy to 'talk' with his son. ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯xxxxxx
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.:: OOC : Out of Curiosity... ::.
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