Chapter Five

Thomas graduated high school as an all-providence goal-keeper with excellent grades and so on.
He was able to earn enough money in scholarships to spend his two years in a local Canadian school and then to study abroad. In France. Where he dreamed of learning to cook.

Most of this time was pretty uneventful, except for when he learned he was going to Frace. It was very cute. Allbeit wierd.

On his nineteenth birthday, his parents visited him at his school. It was unexpected and he was duely suprised, although he was rather pissed because he had been planning to go gambling with his friends.

It is absolutely ridiculous that the gambling age in Canada is nineteen, and the drinking age is eighteen.

However, they had brought a cake. Thomas inherited his love for cooking from his dad, but his love for baking came from his mother. Mrs. Rogene's cakes were unparalled. Magnifíc.

As an aside, good cake tends to smooth almost anything over. Also,

Flowers : Girls Good Food :: Guys

and

Sandwich Making Ability > Sex Ability

Good sandwiches never get old.

C'est la vie.

Thomas's birthday's were never good ones. Unfortunately, his birthday fell on Black Friday.
You would think that if your birthday fell on Black Friday, you would get better gifts because the more expensive things would be less expensive and more affordable.

This is not true, people kind of get saving money stuck in their heads and don't have time to celebrate your birthday and they don't want to spend extra moneys on you.

Bad Luck Thomas.

His nineteenth birthday didn't seem to be turning out too well when his parents turned up.
When they cut the cake, there was a deck of cards inside.

Thomas thought it was fuckin weird, but acted the part. His dad had, after all, invented all Rogene products.

His dad said he would let Thomas officially gamble for the first time in his life, against him.

His dad bet the trip to France. Thomas bet the honor associated with a man's first legal gamble. - And the last slice of cake.

Thomas won. His dad had been a magician for years before he invented Rogene. And he had slipped Thomas the card.

Kind of a weird guy if i do say so myself. In this story my opinion matters because I make all the characters. Hypothetically I could burst a light bulb in the dorm and start a fire. But I won't do that because Thomas wants to go to France. and not to die.

This chapter has been purely dedicated to ridiculous advancement of plot, followed by my thoughts at the moment.

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My thoughts at the moment:

Happy Thanksgiving to All.

My friend said that it sucks how it takes a holiday to get everybody to realize how thankful they are for each other. She's right to an extent. I think rather, it takes a holiday to make people say it out loud.

Sometimes that's all it takes.

I am thankful for everybody who reads this blog. No, i don't care way too much about it, its just nice. Especially if you tell me you like it.

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