"You look perfect in that dress mom; one could easily mistake you for a queen you know." Jeff teased.
"Don't be ridiculous Jeff; this dress was made from cheap materials."
"But that does not abolish its perfection, does it?" Jeff asked.
"Thanks for the compliment." His mother laughs and straightened the dress with her hands as if Jeff's words has just brought out its beauty.
"Oh, before i forget, breakfast is ready, don't let it get cold." She said as she shut the wooden door behind.
Jeff shook his head with the smile never leaving his face. He opened his closet and picked up his father's oversized gray racing jumpsuit, and gray hover board, which had the shape of a skate board - both of which were now his. He arranged the jumpsuit in his bag pack, changed into a blue shirt and jean trousers and picked up his Head-Plate. He was about wearing the Head-Plate when he noticed something that made him drop it immediately.
Jeff stared with mouth agape at his glowing hands.
"What in the five square is happening to me?" He asked rhetorically. He rubbed his hands on his jean pants with the aim of brushing off the glow, but that was to no avail.
Frightfully, his first thought was to rush downstairs to his mother, which he was about doing when something else distracted him. Jeff spun immediately to the direction of the window where he knew the sound had come. He took a deep satisfying breath when he saw the window ajar and nothing out of ordinary. He was pretty sure he had heard a flapping sound like that of a bird, but a part of him doubted it.
Jeff pulled the knob of the door leading away from his room downstairs, only to notice that his hands were no longer glowing.
"This is very strange." He muttered
Some part of him was still tensed though, but he decided that there was no cause for alarm and relaxed. He picked up his Head-Plate where it had fallen and clipped it round his ear. The familiar sensation of the Head-Plate round his left ear, added a little comfort to his growing curiosity.
As Jeff flung his bag pack behind, he noticed a gold envelope sitting comfortably on the window sill. Startled than afraid, he placed his burden back on the bed and moved over to see what it was.
The golden envelope bore an unrecognized seal, with silver embroidery running from the top to bottom on each side. Measuring it with his eyes, he observed that it was not up to the size of a file envelope; nothing on it suggested how long it had been sitting there or who had dropped it.