(Tolkenny, you’re Tolkien!)

Kenny was poor, everyone in town knew. He lived in the shitty part of town no one really likes, in a run down, mostly broken, “house”. If you could even call it that.

Today, it was spring break, and Kenny was at home. He was just watching TV, that somehow worked, as he tuned out his parents drunken arguing in the background.

He wasn’t really paying attention, just another fight. He silently pulled Karen a bit closer and comforted her, putting on her favorite show which was airing at the moment.

Kenny and Karen watched in silence for a good while, their parents having gotten drunk and passed out.. maybe. Until, there was a knock at the door. Who could that be?

Kenny told Karen he’d be back and got up off the couch to go answer the door. He carefully opened it, a bit surprised to see Tolkien.

Tolkien was one of the rich kids, after all. He lived in a big, nice fancy house and had good clothes. Basically the opposite of Kenny.

“Mmphh, mm mmh? (Hey dude, what are you doing here)”

Kenny asked, looking at Tolkien before noticing a neatly wrapped present in his hands.

“Mpph mmh mph? (Who’s that for)”