I woke up. My normal routine cycled again; the normal 'wake-tidy bed-brush teeth-bathe-eat' routine. I trotted across the room and into the toilet.

Weird though. I tidied my bed, brushed my teeth, bathed and went downstairs for breakfast. Instead of just seeing nice warm pancakes on the table, there was a note. Picking it up up, I read it.

 Dear Twint,

You, as a 18-year-old, should start living on your own. Your mother and I have moved out, unable to pay the utility bills. Please pay them :).

Love, Dad.

Love? Leaving me on my own to deal with stuff? LOVE?

Geez, yeah.

My life of having an unlimited credit card was now history. So I had to pay the bills. Yay.

 I called down Morgen. Morgen was a gift from a friend of mine. Glammy. Morgen lazily dragged himself down, and behind him was twenty-something Tesuri. I patted them."Well, guys," I began, gazing, " we are on our own."

I went to the toilet. Just that the toilet paper poof-ed. I sat on the toilet, waiting for the toilet paper to grow. Ridiculous fool, Twint.

to be continued.