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"Homework,"
"George is sitting on the kitchen table while Mummy Pig is making spaghetti. If I'm going to be completely honest I don't even know why he tries if he's just going to copy the work off of Edmond in the morning!" The voice echoed in George's head.
George couldn't do anything about his words other than respond or ignore. He's been here for quite some time, he doesn't know when exactly but he knows that it had something to do with her sister, Peppa. He doesn't really do much other than narrating about his life 24/7 like it was some tv show, talking to the so called 'audience' in his annoying demure way.
He taps the rubber part of his pencil on the table as his eyes scroll upon the math worksheet trying his best to ignore him but of course the guy always found some way to ruin it.
"Imagine being unable to do such a simple division problem! I mean he's even behind his whole class!!" The voice said, taunting him. George held his feelings and tried to focus on the paper. He had a bad habit of being too 'emotional', always bursting into tears when he felt an emotion too strong.
"Oh dear! Is Georgie boy going to cry?"
"No I'm not!" George harshly whispered back at him, trying his best to not grit his teeth, he never knew why but the narrator always preferred Peppa over him, it's not like he cared about that, in fact he wished that he could stay tormenting Peppa but since she's in high school now, her life is 'too boring'.
"George, dear? Are you talking to yourself again?" George turned around to see Mummy Pig behind him, I mean she was already there but it had still caught him a bit off guard. He gripped the chair handle.
"Oh, I-..uhm.."
"George do not play with me I cannot have another child with schizophrenia, do you know how much schizo meds cost!?" Mummy Pig blurted out, her hand wrapping around the spoon tightly and yet easily noticeable.
"Schizophrenic medications cost around $1,090 to $5,792, but I doubt that you can count that high because you're STUPID."
"Uh, around $1,090 to $5,792?..." George stammered letting go of the chair handle so he could lean his face on his hand, elbow laying on the yellow wooden table.
"Oh you little brat." The narrator groans back at George for using the information that HE gave to him.
"Now answer the first question, George," Mummy Pig demanded, her grip loosening only her head facing George now, the rest of her body facing the stove.
"No, I'm not talking to myself," George said immediately, facing back to his worksheet, still stuck on the same problem he has been stuck on the whole time, which was the first question.
"Okay, that's what I want to hear. Now, remember, if you ever need help on your homework don't ask me, ask your father, he probably won't get up from the couch so you're going to have to walk to the living room to see him," Mummy Pig explained, focusing back onto dinner.
"Wow. Even Peppa wouldn't just not give credit like that! You need to stop this habit, Georgie."
An idea pops up in George's head, his eyes lighting up a bit. He stands up from the chair, slamming his hands on the table. This obviously caught the attention of his mother to which she turns around again to see what he's up to now.
"George, can you not stay quiet or still for more than 2 minutes?" Mummy Pig said in quite an annoyed tone. George looks back at his mom with an awkward face now.
"Oh- I'm just going to ask Peppa for help with my homework!" George said quickly coming up with a lie, well he was going to ask Peppa for help, just not for the homework.
"As long as it isn't me, I hate math," Mummy Pig replied. "While you're up there tell Peppa that I will be finishing up with dinner soon."
"Uh, yeah! Definitely will!" George exclaimed, snatching the paper and pencil from his table and marching upstairs quickly before his mother managed to suspect something. As George walks up the stairs he notices that it has gotten quiet. He pauses for a second questioning it but continues to walk upstairs. Looks like he already figured out what he was planning.
As George passed through the upstairs hallways when he got to the top he shifted through the old family photos till he got to the last door, this was Peppa and George's room. George slammed the door open which caused his sister, Peppa, to swing her chair all the way to see what the disturbance was.
"Have you EVER heard of knocking?" Peppa sneered, crossing her arms.
"Not from you that's for sure!" George answered which his sister only responded with rolling her eyes
. "Anyways, I need your help.." George explained, putting his math paper on Peppa's desk just so he could slam his face in his bed the next second.
"Math? Why are you asking for help? Haven't you been like copying off of Emily's brother or whatever.." She asked.
George sits up now holding 'Mr. Dinosaur' in his arms. "NO, well yes, but I don't need help with math.." Peppa's face grows a bit of a concerned look. "It's about that weird Narrator voice guy.."
Peppa's face immediately changed back after managing to finally understand the situation. "Really dude?" Peppa says almost chuckling in her statement.
"Yeah! I'm being serious!" George explains, almost whining about it. "He's been bugging me all day, 24/7, for the whole week! I just want him to go!" He could go on and on about how much he hated this guy but of course no one would want to sit down and listen to him throw a tantrum over this.
"He isn't that bad.." Peppa whispered.
"Maybe because he likes you more than me!" George shouted back at her. He wasn't lying on that though.
"Look George I don't know what to tell you, I don't know what you expect me to do and I do not know why he doesn't like you!" Peppa loudly explained, leaning back on her chair. "So, scram, I have work to do here, unlike you, I do not have a child prodigy friend to copy off of."
"Why'd he leave you?" George asked to which Peppa's eyes widened at the question. "Maybe if I do what you did he'd disappear forever."
"George," Peppa turned her chair back again. "I grew up."
"He left because I'm too busy to go jumping around in muddy puddles and learning new things everyday, no Narrator wants to talk to an audience about some highschooler trying to figure out what they want in life."
"So uh..." George muttered, trying to form a sentence. "I just need to wait a few more years or something?"
"If you do that, who's he going to move on to? Hate to break it to you but you're the youngest." Peppa explains going back to her work, half focused on what George is saying. "Tell me now, what's he saying right now?"
George comes to the sudden realization that his head has been awfully silent. His eyes widened, gaining some more consciousness on what was going around him. He puts down Mr. Dinosaur and stands up from his bed.
"He hasn't said anything the entire time I've been here.." He answers with a slight sense of uneasiness coming from around him, not like someone was watching him or anything but the thought of someone planning his death.
"Huh, it's like he's tryna find a way to distance himself from me or whatever.." Peppa jokes, being able to leave out a little giggle after finishing his sentence.
"Huh." With all the things George could've said at the moment 'huh' was the only thing that could come out of his mouth.
George walks back up to Peppa's desk to grab his math paper when he remembers something. "Oh by the way Mummy said dinner will be ready soon!" George reminds Peppa.
"I'm gonna skip." She answers back.
"It's spaghetti though?" George explains.
"I'm not gonna skip." Peppa says, changing her mind faster than George had expected.
George walks out of the bedroom, down the stairs. He takes a pause concerned about the silence. Did he really just leave all of a sudden? Maybe he'll be back in the morning. Not that George was hoping for it, he's just prepared for reality.
George opens his backpack which was placed on the kitchen table and puts the math worksheet inside. It's fine. He'll just copy Edmond's work in the morning.