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Bathtub of Nickels
Chapter 1: The Simple Art of Being Forgotten
Connor Chesney knew how to disappear. He knew which stairs creaked loud enough to make his sister screech like a guard dog spotting an intruder. He knew precisely how long he could hide away upstairs in his room before his brother came up after school to decompress. He knew how to make sure nobody ever asked what he was doing.
Most adults believed Connor was just a shy, well-behaved twelve-year-old who liked to be alone. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Connor absolutely hated being alone. This was quite unfortunate, seeing as most of the day he was.
He had eight siblings—what person with eight siblings felt alone? In reality, he only lived with two of them: Aria and Jordan. Aria was his toddler sister who was terrifyingly astute and ready to expose Connor the second he did something bad. Connor sometimes felt like Aria spawned only to expose him to their mom. Jordan was a self-absorbed tenth grader who was too busy hanging out at his awful girlfriend’s house. Jordan didn’t care about Connor except when he wanted him to take out the trash for an imaginary dollar bill. Jordan also thoroughly enjoyed punching Connor and basically treating him as a personal manservant. Jordan’s rotten girlfriend Kylie was the definition of spoiled. Kylie was an only child whose parents indulged Kylie with whatever she wanted. Connor once said ‘no’ to Kylie after asking him to get her ice water, and poor confused Kylie had to get a dictionary to transcribe Connor’s response.
The rest of his much older siblings were all around the country—Kentucky, Texas, and New York. Connor was forever stuck in a small house in Colorado Springs.
Despite not getting enough time with them, Connor loved his siblings more than anything. When he was younger, he dreamed of living in a big house with all of his siblings forever in a world where you can’t grow up. Then he grew up and his siblings started to leave one by one. Every sibling who left was a part of Connor’s heart that turned to mush. Connor still remembered watching his older sister load boxes into the moving truck. Everyone else was excited for her. Connor wasn’t. He cried in the bathroom for twenty minutes afterward because he was too scared to show his emotions to his siblings. Every single sibling who left resulted in a lengthy sobbing session in the bathroom.
Most afternoons, after the house settled into its usual quietness, Connor ended up in his room with nothing to do but wait for time to pass. Sometimes he drew cartoon characters he liked. Sometimes he listened to music and stared at the ceiling waiting for tomorrow to come. To do the same thing again.
This afternoon was very different than usual. Connor watched cartoons and did his pre-algebra homework as fast as he could, as it was due the next day. Connor was amazing at math, but he hated everything about it. His math teacher didn’t help either. Mr. Casson resented Connor even though it wasn't even his fault. Connor's older brother, Eli, had been one of the smartest students Mr. Casson had ever taught. At least according to Mr. Casson, who somehow found a way to mention Connor’s brother every single week when grading his work.
"Your brother would've shown his work."
"Your brother actually enjoyed math."
“Your brother didn’t procrastinate on his work like you.
Connor was beginning to suspect nobody wanted him to be Connor.
After finishing the last problem, he shoved the worksheet into his backpack and zipped it shut with more force than necessary.
"Connor, get down here!" his mom called from downstairs.
Connor sighed and left his room.
The second he stepped into the hallway, Aria appeared. Aria would run up the stairs like a dog on four legs, which scared the crap out of Connor when he witnessed it. Aria attempted to breeze past Connor, but toddlers couldn’t really control where they were going. Aria rammed into Connor, which may have been on purpose.
"CONNOR!"
"I’m coming mom."
Aria hung onto his leg as he tried to make it down the stairs without taking both of them out again.
“Aria stop it you little monster!”
"STOP HURTING ME!" Aria screeched out, trying to get him in trouble. Connor was trying to pry her fingers off his throbbing leg. Finally he got her hands off him and she fell down the rest of the stairs.
Aria pointed a tiny finger at him.
"MOM! CONNOR PUSHED ME!"
Connor laughed when his mom didn’t even respond to her complaining.
“Nice try, demon spawn.”
Downstairs, Miranda stood at the kitchen counter surrounded by dishes, steaming pans, and what sounded like her boss assigning her more work she didn’t need.
"Can you watch your sister for five minutes?" Miranda pleaded. "I need to go file something really quick.."
"Sure."
"Thanks honey."
Miranda smiled at him before immediately running to her office. Miranda worked from home as a paralegal for a law office with over one-hundred clients. The job made his family good money, but as a result, Miranda couldn’t spend more than three hours of time with him a week.
Connor knew his mom couldn’t get a break, it wasn’t her fault. She loved him as much as any other mother, but she barely even knew him. It wasn’t just him either, she could barely spend any amount of time with any of her children without getting a phone call from a druggie client who wants to know when their next hearing is.
Aria continuously flicked Connor trying to get his attention.
"Play." Aria begged.
"Play what?"
"Trampoline."
"Ok, not for long though."
Aria dragged him outside, not paying any attention to what he just said.
For the next ten minutes, Connor was forced to double bounce Aria on the trampoline until she couldn’t take it anymore.
They noticed Jordan running into the house from who knows where.
Jordan tossed his backpack onto the floor.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Jordan didn’t even see his mom, but he knew she was most likely in her office. He was correct, obviously.
"Didn’t you just get home from school?" Miranda questioned.
"Mom it’s Sunday. I’m going to Kylie’s house."
“Be safe!”
Jordan didn’t even acknowledge Connor and Aria while he sprinted past the trampoline into his new car he got this Christmas. Jordan spent so much time at Kylie's house that his own house was just a checkpoint.
Miranda remained in her office for a meeting.
Aria eventually got bored and ran inside and luckily became distracted by cartoons. The television filled the house with noise, Aria didn’t know how to change the volume, it was causing Connor to develop a headache.
Connor went upstairs to disappear again. He sat on his bed, in darkness, for a few minutes. Nobody needed anything from him. Nobody was talking to him. Nobody noticed him.
The house continued moving around him. A cabinet closed due to Aria trying to get cookies. Water ran through the pipes. Miranda reassured a stressed out client on the phone.
Connor ran through what was going to happen tomorrow.
School. Homework. Jordan. Aria. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
The thought made his chest feel strangely heavy.
He didn't really think about it when he reached for his phone on his desk. He just did. He put in his birthday for the password, and the screen lit up. Suddenly, there was something new to look at.
End of Chapter 1.
Bathtub of Nickels
Chapter 1: The Simple Art of Being Forgotten
Connor Chesney knew how to disappear. He knew which stairs creaked loud enough to make his sister screech like a guard dog spotting an intruder. He knew precisely how long he could hide away upstairs in his room before his brother came up after school to decompress. He knew how to make sure nobody ever asked what he was doing.
Most adults believed Connor was just a shy, well-behaved twelve-year-old who liked to be alone. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Connor absolutely hated being alone. This was quite unfortunate, seeing as most of the day he was.
He had eight siblings—what person with eight siblings felt alone? In reality, he only lived with two of them: Aria and Jordan. Aria was his toddler sister who was terrifyingly astute and ready to expose Connor the second he did something bad. Connor sometimes felt like Aria spawned only to expose him to their mom. Jordan was a self-absorbed tenth grader who was too busy hanging out at his awful girlfriend’s house. Jordan didn’t care about Connor except when he wanted him to take out the trash for an imaginary dollar bill. Jordan also thoroughly enjoyed punching Connor and basically treating him as a personal manservant. Jordan’s rotten girlfriend Kylie was the definition of spoiled. Kylie was an only child whose parents indulged Kylie with whatever she wanted. Connor once said ‘no’ to Kylie after asking him to get her ice water, and poor confused Kylie had to get a dictionary to transcribe Connor’s response.
The rest of his much older siblings were all around the country—Kentucky, Texas, and New York. Connor was forever stuck in a small house in Colorado Springs.
Despite not getting enough time with them, Connor loved his siblings more than anything. When he was younger, he dreamed of living in a big house with all of his siblings forever in a world where you can’t grow up. Then he grew up and his siblings started to leave one by one. Every sibling who left was a part of Connor’s heart that turned to mush. Connor still remembered watching his older sister load boxes into the moving truck. Everyone else was excited for her. Connor wasn’t. He cried in the bathroom for twenty minutes afterward because he was too scared to show his emotions to his siblings. Every single sibling who left resulted in a lengthy sobbing session in the bathroom.
Most afternoons, after the house settled into its usual quietness, Connor ended up in his room with nothing to do but wait for time to pass. Sometimes he drew cartoon characters he liked. Sometimes he listened to music and stared at the ceiling waiting for tomorrow to come. To do the same thing again.
This afternoon was very different than usual. Connor watched cartoons and did his pre-algebra homework as fast as he could, as it was due the next day. Connor was amazing at math, but he hated everything about it. His math teacher didn’t help either. Mr. Casson resented Connor even though it wasn't even his fault. Connor's older brother, Eli, had been one of the smartest students Mr. Casson had ever taught. At least according to Mr. Casson, who somehow found a way to mention Connor’s brother every single week when grading his work.
"Your brother would've shown his work."
"Your brother actually enjoyed math."
“Your brother didn’t procrastinate on his work like you.
Connor was beginning to suspect nobody wanted him to be Connor.
After finishing the last problem, he shoved the worksheet into his backpack and zipped it shut with more force than necessary.
"Connor, get down here!" his mom called from downstairs.
Connor sighed and left his room.
The second he stepped into the hallway, Aria appeared. Aria would run up the stairs like a dog on four legs, which scared the crap out of Connor when he witnessed it. Aria attempted to breeze past Connor, but toddlers couldn’t really control where they were going. Aria rammed into Connor, which may have been on purpose.
"CONNOR!"
"I’m coming mom."
Aria hung onto his leg as he tried to make it down the stairs without taking both of them out again.
“Aria stop it you little monster!”
"STOP HURTING ME!" Aria screeched out, trying to get him in trouble. Connor was trying to pry her fingers off his throbbing leg. Finally he got her hands off him and she fell down the rest of the stairs.
Aria pointed a tiny finger at him.
"MOM! CONNOR PUSHED ME!"
Connor laughed when his mom didn’t even respond to her complaining.
“Nice try, demon spawn.”
Downstairs, Miranda stood at the kitchen counter surrounded by dishes, steaming pans, and what sounded like her boss assigning her more work she didn’t need.
"Can you watch your sister for five minutes?" Miranda pleaded. "I need to go file something really quick.."
"Sure."
"Thanks honey."
Miranda smiled at him before immediately running to her office. Miranda worked from home as a paralegal for a law office with over one-hundred clients. The job made his family good money, but as a result, Miranda couldn’t spend more than three hours of time with him a week.
Connor knew his mom couldn’t get a break, it wasn’t her fault. She loved him as much as any other mother, but she barely even knew him. It wasn’t just him either, she could barely spend any amount of time with any of her children without getting a phone call from a druggie client who wants to know when their next hearing is.
Aria continuously flicked Connor trying to get his attention.
"Play." Aria begged.
"Play what?"
"Trampoline."
"Ok, not for long though."
Aria dragged him outside, not paying any attention to what he just said.
For the next ten minutes, Connor was forced to double bounce Aria on the trampoline until she couldn’t take it anymore.
They noticed Jordan running into the house from who knows where.
Jordan tossed his backpack onto the floor.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Jordan didn’t even see his mom, but he knew she was most likely in her office. He was correct, obviously.
"Didn’t you just get home from school?" Miranda questioned.
"Mom it’s Sunday. I’m going to Kylie’s house."
“Be safe!”
Jordan didn’t even acknowledge Connor and Aria while he sprinted past the trampoline into his new car he got this Christmas. Jordan spent so much time at Kylie's house that his own house was just a checkpoint.
Miranda remained in her office for a meeting.
Aria eventually got bored and ran inside and luckily became distracted by cartoons. The television filled the house with noise, Aria didn’t know how to change the volume, it was causing Connor to develop a headache.
Connor went upstairs to disappear again. He sat on his bed, in darkness, for a few minutes. Nobody needed anything from him. Nobody was talking to him. Nobody noticed him.
The house continued moving around him. A cabinet closed due to Aria trying to get cookies. Water ran through the pipes. Miranda reassured a stressed out client on the phone.
Connor ran through what was going to happen tomorrow.
School. Homework. Jordan. Aria. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
The thought made his chest feel strangely heavy.
He didn't really think about it when he reached for his phone on his desk. He just did. He put in his birthday for the password, and the screen lit up. Suddenly, there was something new to look at.
End of Chapter 1.
they just look weird to me idk how to fix themm
Bathtub of Nickels Chapter 1 - 1262 words
Hello! This is my first time writing a book, and I wanted to know what areas I could improve in. Advice & Critique are encouraged!!
Book Summary:
Connor Chesney is a lonely twelve-year-old who feels invisible in his own home. Despite having eight siblings, no one seems to notice how isolated he really is. To everyone around him, Connor is a great kid—quiet, responsible, and never in any trouble.
When he turns to the internet looking for friendship, he finally finds people who make him feel seen. At first, the connections seem harmless. For the first time in his life, someone wants to talk to him. Someone makes him feel important.
But what begins as friendship slowly becomes something darker.
As Connor spends more time online, the people he trusts begin pushing boundaries. Small secrets become bigger ones. Tiny compromises become habits. Each choice feels insignificant on its own—just one more mistake, one more excuse, one more thing nobody will ever know about.
Connor thinks he's in control.
He's wrong.
Throughout the story, every mistake is represented by a nickel. One nickel doesn't seem like much. Neither do ten. But mistakes have a way of adding up when nobody is paying attention. By the time Connor realizes the danger he's in, the bathtub is already full.
Bathtub of Nickels is a story about loneliness, internet addiction, manipulation, and the small choices that can quietly change a person's life. It explores how dangerous situations rarely happen all at once. They happen one nickel at a time.
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I’m wondering if something like this is actually possible or has been done before?
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