A/N Finally here's the third installment in this fic, yes I know it has been a while. Sorry I am not that good at updating consistently. I just want to apologize for my writing as I am fairly new at this and I tend to sometimes change points of view often and I sometimes might change tenses as well. We can't all be good fic writers like my friends EmilyHess8 and Aethersprite (go check them out they are very talented and have quality stories). Also I would like to take this time to thank anyone reading and reviewing this story, you guys are the real mvp's. Anyways here we go let's split up gang and solve a mystery...

Date: October 23, 2038

Growing up as an only child in a rather large estate can be quite lonely, given that your social skills are not the best which led to minimal friendship opportunities. Most days I just involve me either wondering around the house searching for any rooms I have yet to discover or just the usual teenage stereotype of locking myself in my room binging Netflix (lately I've been obsessed with Gotham and Stranger Things), reading books (Harry Potter never gets old), and listening to music (typically some obscure alternative or indie jams). 

  It's a Sunday today, thankfully since no school, so I decide to finally roll out of bed at 10 am and greet the day with a rather large yawn as the sunshine seeps in through my purple curtains. I throw on some grey sweatpants and a comfy large blue NASA pullover and head downstairs to see what has been prepared for breakfast, more like leftover breakfast since my parents are early risers and eat at some absurd hour like 8 am or something. I finally reach the dining kitchen and open the door to discover Wilkinson reading the newspaper drinking his tea. He looks up from his paper at me with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose with a slightly disapprovingly look. "Good morning miss Jones, or rather should I say good afternoon as it is almost noon" he exclaimed. I give Hank a pet as he greets me by jumping on me almost knocking me down and respond back to Wilkinson "Aren't you used to this by now? What you've only been dealing with me and my sleep schedule for basically my entire life". 

 I then look around to see what was for breakfast because food is very important factor and I can be a bit cranky without my brown sugar cinnamon pop-tarts to start my day off right. I quickly hone in the waffles through my peripheral vision, and I trudge to the fridge grabbing the bottle of whipped cream to douse my savory golden slices of heaven in. As I take my seat across from Wilkinson I ask where my parents were because if anyone knew what they were up to it was Wilkinson, not only does he manage me but he also tends to both of my parents' busy schedules. "I believe your father is in his office reviewing some financial documents and your mother is at the studio rehearsing for tomorrows show" he replies as he gently sets his cup down on the mahogany table. 

Per-usual my parents are busy with their work even on weekends when most people have the day off, they are stuck doing work for most of the day, I guess that is what you get when you are a CEO of your own company or the producer and host of a news broadcast. I'm not saying that I'm not proud of their successful careers because little do they know, but they are my role models as I can only hope I become that successful in the future. I only wish sometimes they would take some time off and maybe I don't know spend some time together as a family. I mean most teenagers would be embarrassed hanging with their parents, but I would take anything I can get. I remember this one time when I was eleven the power went out one Saturday which meant no internet access for my dad to review excel sheets or emails for my mom to send to her writers back and forth endlessly, so we just sat in the family room and played go fish by the illumination of various candles, flashlights, and camping lanterns. That memory is one of my favorites and I can remember it the most clearly every little detail in my mind like how my mom's red hair shone in the candlelight and how my dad tried his very best making us laugh at his sad attempt at dad jokes. Gosh, I would give anything to be taken back to that moment. Where is Doc Brown and Marty McFly with their time machine when you need it? Man those movies were the best, oldies but goodies you could even say that they are timeless (great pun am I right?). 

Anyways as I finish up my waffles, I then head make my rounds around the house. Walking around clears my head and allows me to think, plus it's a fun past time when you have nothing else to do. I make my way from the kitchen to the dining room which is conveniently placed right outside the kitchen through the double doors, makes it easier for the staff and Wilkinson to bring us our meals and such. I take in the new setting looking at the giant marble table, you would think having a family of three wouldn't need the use of such a huge table but whatever I guess it's for the aesthetic. My parent's usual seats were placed at one end while I sat near the middle of the table, as for Hank he usually was found near my dad because he is most known for dropping the most food out of all of us.

I then move forward onto the family room, the second most popular area where I am usually found, largely due to the fact that that's where the large flat screen television is. My TV addiction should be concerning, but it's probably fine for now haha. My mother didn't think we needed such a huge one, however my dad pushed for it due to his frequent love of watching football, I try to bond with him by watching football, but he is just too intense with cheering and yelling at every single play to notice that I am also in the room.  I secretly think my mom also wanted that TV because she loves to critique her old episodes of her show on it, but at the time of purchase she just didn't want my dad to win his case. That was one debate I stayed clear of. My parents never really fight or argue, but my mom likes to remind my dad to stay in his place and keep him in check sometimes when he oversteps his boundaries, and that was one of those times. 

Pushing on, I head up the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor of the house. Each step makes a soft audible creak as this home is rather old and shows its age more on the inside than the out. Which is a great example of the lesson you learn throughout your childhood that it is what's inside that truly counts. The second floor holds my mom and dad's offices as well as the workout room and the library (the third most likely place I can also be found). I head over towards the library which mean passing my dad working in his office. I can see him at his desk working diligently on one of his multiple computer monitors through the large glass panels that make up the sliding door. I stand near listening to him talk on the phone to some important business people I assume, I hope he takes a break sometime today because man he works himself too much and if anyone needs to take a breather its him. The idea of knocking on the door to say good morning to him pops up in my head, but as I bring my fist up to the glass door the idea escapes as I don't want to disturb him and I continue my journey to the library. Maybe on the way back I will muster up the courage to do so, but for now that can wait. 

My puppy slippers slide across the wood paneling floorboards as I inch closer and closer to my book paradise. I feel the familiar coldness of the round metal door handle come in contact with my hand as I open the door reveling the collection of stories upon stories. Now this is not some Beauty and The Beast library, which would be amazing, but it is pretty impressive because who could go wrong with a roomful of books? I make my way to the nearest wall of books and stoke my fingers against each bind debating if I should pick one to dive into, but I decide against that as I am too tired to think of dedicating a solid half of my day to complete a book. Resisting the influence of the books, I leave the library and head back down the hallway. 

As I pass my dad's office again, my plan to sneak past him foils as he notices that I am up and about and he calls me inside. I slide open the glass doors and step inside the surprisingly clean office, usually a bunch of papers and folders and various office supplies are strewn about but not today. He notice my sudden observation of the neat surroundings and begins to speak "Strange right seeing this place actually put together for once huh? Your mother couldn't take looking at the mess that this once was and demanded that I tidied it up, and you know how I could never resist any request from her."  A soft smile appears on my lips as I subtly laugh at his reasoning behind the room and ask him why he called me in, "so what's up dad?" I ask. He looks up from his monitor "Just wondering what your'e up too these days. Anything happening at school? Any report cards I should be concerned about? Or any boys at that matter too?" he responds. What else would I expect from him, it's not like he has exactly caught up with me for a while and I don't blame him for wanting to know these things, but jeez does he think my Senior year is a train wreck already? I've only been in school for about three months how much could I have messed up? I roll my eyes "No dad" I say sternly "school is fine, so far I have all A's like the past 3 years of report cards, and there is no boy in the picture I don't even think I have talked to one this school year, so there is really no need to go into protective dad mode" I finish off in air quotes. He then looks at me approvingly and exhales loudly "Well then sounds like you're having a good Junior year so far huh?" Of course my dad doesn't even recall which year I am in high school what parent would especially with his busy schedule. I think about not even attempting to correct him, but might as well since he should be in the know that I would be leaving for college sooner than he thinks. "Well dad, actually it is my senior year of high school, not junior, and on that speaking of that I need you to sign this paper allowing me to be able to participate in this job shadowing thing at school." His face turns slightly red with embarrassment and takes the folded up paper that I pulled out of my pants pocket, as I'm always prepared, taking the paper he says "Jeez senior year? Are you sure? Time sure goes fast. Well sure I'll sign this" His phone then rings and he looks down at the caller ID "Sorry Carter but I have to take this" he explains as he hands me back the signed document. "No worries dad, I'll let you get back to work. See ya later" I say as I head back to the hall leaving him to his important phone call. And that about sums up most of our father daughter conversations, I guess that's all he needs to catch up with me so far. Not like him knowing the fact that I was in the running for our class Valedictorian or involved in the robotics team or the National Honor Society would be important thing to share. Most of our little talks are like that, short, to the point, and a tad awkward. I fold the paper back up, stick it in my pants pocket and head upstairs to the third floor which is where my room resides along with Wilkinson's quarters. Hank follows me up and we both enter my room where I decide to put some music on and see what lingers on my Tumblr feed. Another lazy Sunday awaits...

A/N there you go guys! I hope you enjoy the longest chapter so far. I'm very proud of it, but feel free to tell me what you think of it in the comments. Hopefully I will get in the trend of updating more frequently, but college does not make it that easy. Anyways till the next chapter...