[Potironette]

Reaching deep into his pockets, Luck fished out a metal key. The door opened with a satisfying click.

"I'm home." Luck called. No one answered. Of course. His father was still working at this time and his mother wouldn't be back in a long while.

Luck pushed the door back behind him, clicking it closed. He took off his shoes and padded across the wood floors. Through the living room and the little TV and into the kitchen where a radio was still switched on. "...weather today is rai-" It was saying, before Luck switched it off. He opened the fridge and took out some leftovers. Spaghetti. He popped it into the microwave. 30 seconds. It started making popping sounds at 25 seconds. 0 seconds. He took it out.

Luck carried the plate with him. Out the marble-tiled kitchen, into the wooded hallways, up the carpeted steps, and to his room.