All Chapters of THE THING INSIDE YOUR HEAD (#TIME GODS SERIES): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" came a sleep-disruptive cry over Andy's head which got him startled.  Brushing his eyes, he retorted, "Dad, what was that for?!"  "I'm not your father, lad, it's me — Albert Einstein the great," came the reply, with a slight chuckle.  "Albert what?!"  Andy threw his hand under the pillow over his head and fished out his glass case. He placed his spectacle on his nose, sluggishly.  "Oh, the Time Machine—" he muttered to himself.  "Get your bath, immediately, we've work to do today. I got you some clothes that could take you for a couple of days," said Einstein, pointing to a waist-length drawer.  He added, "When you're done, grab a quick meal from the kitchen, Marić's in the dining. I'll be at the laboratory, just so you don't get mixed up with the apartments in this house, ask my wife to show it to you."  Anderson's head was processing his words, quickly.

Day 3 in the Past; Third Hour in Time.There are certain times in life when all that matters is never to give up, but just to keep pushing. That's one lesson Andy, himself, had learnt to live with.Inventing was cool and funny, but none ever denied the fact that it was also very stressful. Nevertheless, never a reason to let go even when it seemed impossible.And as his mother had always put it, "If you've got a goal, never let up on it, pursue it till you know you've had it in your hand. And after having it, make sure it was worth the stress." He never forgot those words. Even after so many years, they still remained valid to him.Balancing his teenage life with his goals had never been an easy score for Andy. Yet, he still managed to pull through. He was weird, the whole school knew he was, yet another truth for sure was that this weirdo was one cherished weirdo.Every time Andy failed on something he was working on, he always found his failure as a challe

"Mike, why would you even think of doing such a thing?!" Amanda Edgeton thundered."Look, I don't need your permission on how to do my stuffs, so face off!" came the reply of Michael Edgeton.He paced about in the room, and slowly raised the cigarette in-between his forefinger and middle finger to his mouth. Then, he deeped his hand into his waistcoat and fished for his lighter. Unsuccessful with that pocket, he moved to the other, then to his trouser pockets where he found it in the left side of it.Amanda Edgeton stared at her husband in confusion, hatred and hopelessness mixed with love and pity, still holding the single documented file in her right hand."Yeah, that's what you've been saying: not ever wanting a permission. Whereas all I've ever wanted was your love and consideration, even if it's not as from your wife, but at least as the mother of your teenage son, for crying out loud!"As Michael lighted the cigarette, he shaded the fire from the light

  Monday morning had a good start for Anderson. He woke up without any nightmares. He had, in fact, dreamt of Albert Einstein. It was just a wonderful dream. And very colourful as well, he could remember.  In the dream, they were both in Einstein's workshop inventing unimaginable robots, and it was so fun in such that all the after-dream pictures Andy had when he awakened were of smiling faces and beautiful contraptions. It was just like a child's fairytale dream.  As always, the bedside clock rang with its vibrative effect, bringing him back to the present world. Anderson was never angry with the fact that the clock always disrupted his sleep, no; for it was always a haven from all his nightmares. But this time he was angry. It had interrupted such a lovely dream.  With the fling of an arm against the device, he silence the clock. Pressing the pillow hard against his face he muttered incomprehensible words even he could not recall two minutes a

  “May I come in, Sir.”  As he opened the door slightly, Anderson saw Principal Sanderson seated in his armchair with his socked feet crossed on the desk.  The latter made do to comport himself seeing the student coming in, slipping his feet into his shoes and tugging here and there on his suite.  “Sure, take a seat.”  Anderson sat down.  “Umm. . . you sent for me,” Andy finally said after two breaths of hazardous silence.  “Oh, yes. . . you mean about the photocopying machine? I already got it repaired last Friday. Thanks for making chance to come despite your pressing school schedule.”  Anderson's mouth hung apart in surprise. He felt stupefied. He got a text from the man seated before him to come over to the office for a little, helping hand on something, yet here he was all to hear a different story entirely. He felt puzzled.  “Umm. .