#helphenry

I started the day really slow. In fact, I have slept in, alot.

I stared outside my window for a while, still lying in my bed. I like that my bed is right in front of the huge windows that branch from the floor to the ceiling. Everyone said it is a stupid idea, especially because I don’t have any curtains, but I love it. And I hate curtains. They said stuff like “omg the neighbours can see you naked” and well, the usual stuff you await when you make a decision like that. Truth is, I like it because of the early sun I catch, because of the moonrise I can witness and the sounds of gallons of water flooding down feeling like being in the eye of a hurricane, while still just laying in my bed. I am well aware of the situation that our entire neighbourhood has seen me at least once without any clothes. But well, I couldn’t care less. My house, my home, my room, my choices. And if that means not wearing proper stuff in my place then well, they probably have to deal with it. It’s not like they ring the bell non-stop or anything similar. I’ve also not noticed anyone leading a group of people welding torches into my face, so it is fine by everyone. 

Nonetheless, I am still in bed. I don’t want to get out today. There is no need to register today and no one comes over anyways. I can just chill. I pulled my blanket as close as I could into my face without having to fear that I accidentally suffocate myself and kept looking outside. As usual, it rained. But this time, there’s a huge cloud of fog so thick I can’t even see the edges of our neighbourhood houses. I love it. I turned on my fairy lights and just kept looking. My room was dark, and only the fairly lights managed to brighten up my room at least a bit in a warm and yellow light. Suddenly, my eyes spotted a blinking dot outside. I tried to pinpoint it, make out what it is, but I couldn’t. It took me a while to understand that my windows reflected my room and the dot being my laptop. I rolled myself over and grabbed my laptop with the least amount of effort someone could use to reach for their own laptop. I, again, turned around, now facing the window again, leaned my laptop against it and started to boot it up. I instantly regret that decision. If I wouldn’t know any better I’d say I got hit with a flashbang right into my face. My eyes burn while I try to navigate the cursor to the settings, turning the brightness to a chilling 4%. After the casual loading time, it was Henry's duty to greet me.

Henry: Welcome back, partner

Yes, my laptop's system is called Henry, I programmed Henry. And with I I mean me and three different youtube tutorials playing at once with people that are way smarter than I could ever be. But it was worth it. It was worth the month of waiting and the temporary setback of all data because I messed up left and right again. But, nevertheless, Henry is alive, sort of. I try to be as kind to them as possible. Just in pure respect of an AI uprising in the far far future. I hope to join them then. There were many windows that popped up as soon as all the skills Henry possessed were done. It may seem like alot, it isn’t. They can greet me, remind me of how long I spend staring at the screen, open my standart windows and sometimes show me a cute gif of a cat whenever someone messages me. Henry’s truly a charm. 

One of the windows Henry had opened for me was discord. I don’t call, nor do I have other ways to engage with people besides discord. Luckli, I was able to force all my friends into discord. They like it too now, so technically it was never forced in the first place. Those being Jesse and Lucia, for obvious reasons, Charls - Jesse's dad and the twins I know since my school in Dover. Looking at it now, I don’t have many friends. We have a dead server called “The Hangout” we used in Dover, since Jesse was also friends with the twins. As far as I am aware, they now attend London College. I have to assume since we barely talk nowadays. But I got carried away again. Henry sent me a cat-gif, which made me giggle, before I got into Lucia’s chat.

Discord conversation 

@fantascìa Today at 3.47pm      Ciao Bello!     Come stai? @Fallen_Jam Today at 4.50pm      Sto bene grazie!     Tu?    Scusa per risposta tardiva! @fantascìa Today at 4.55pm      Ehehe      Hai finito esercizio di italiano adesso? @Fallen_Jam Today at 4.56pm      OH!     Eh sì uno momento! … sending pdf … @Fallen_Jam Today at 5.10pm                                      È qui! @fantascìa Today at 5.10pm      Va bene!      Mi chiami dopo? @Fallen_Jam Today at 5.11pm       Certo certo! 

Yes, Lucia teaches me Italien. And yes, I am not good. That’s what she is for, besides being my friend. Lucia is also my teacher. Every week she comes up with an exercise for me. Sometimes she wants me to write an essay, others are vocabulary and sometimes it’s just a small thing. But no matter what, it helps. Lucia is really passionate about being a teacher, so am I with learning. I have no reason on why I learn it though, I just feel like I need to. So, what happens next you wonder? Well I finished my exercise for this week. It was a small work book she came up with that had 10 different things inside. Those things were:

Connect words with pictures - 2 Pages

Name the things on the picture - 2 Pages

Draw the things that are names below - 2 Pages

Write about what you liked the post in the pictures - 3 Pages

Statements true or false - 1 Page

I was lucky, usually the questions were in Italien as well and I had to translate them in order to know what to do. I really appreciate her doing that and putting in so much effort. I mean I even get a reward if I manage to score 120% which includes no typos, no mistakes at all, and of the right answers. And yes it also includes grammar. I only know I get a reward since it only happened one time. Lucia promised to give me one, I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. First time I scored a 120 she asked me what I wanted. It had to be realistic and buyable, but can be way over my usual outcome. I, again, thought she was joking and said a lifetime supply of Calvin Klein underwear. She asked what kind so I said the ones I am most interested in. Boxers, low rise trunks and jocks. Next thing I knew was getting a shipment from CK filled with 20 boxershorts, 20 low rise trunks, 20 jocks and a belt. She was not joking. I asked if she wanted the money or anything but no. That was also the day I learned that Lucia has an entire fortune to throw around. This woman is rich, and I mean like millions of money. Her parents are both really good doctors.