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chapter one- my boring life

Alarm awakens me. Struggle to get out of bed. Finally gain the will power to get up and get ready...of course this includes shower; breakfast; pack bag ; then I'm gone. Walk to the bus stop. Catch bus. School day. Home. Out with mates, which didn't happen today because they are all ill. Bed. This was my plain routine 5 days a week, the last part was the other two days.

Honestly I don't know how to get a thrill anymore. I have too much homework which affects my social life and then my family ranting on at my every decision i make. Even the xbox has got boring for me now. Why can't anything the least bit exciting happen? I asked myself, which at the time seemed fine.

The next day at school is when i realized that things started to get weird. There was more than half of the student and teacher population not at school today. Nobody knew the reason. The lack of attendance led to everybody being sent home early. I was delighted. It was the first time I actually felt happy, but as i was to realize soon, this was evidently not a good thing. I mean such a high percentage of the population being ill is obviously not a good thing. Of course being a typical teenager, i wasn't up to date with the news. People, obviously mental I thought at that particular moment was running around screaming " run kid, run for your life". I lifted my dark blue hood up and looked down at my phone. "NOT A SINGLE MESSAGE, SOMETHING MUST BE UP" i shouted unaware of how loud, because as per usual my ears had music blaring either side by my black, rubber protected headphones.

My younger brother, Shane approached me from behind, aware that i had headphones in and jabbed my in the side, giving me a surprising and painful shock. "whats up man? I questioned, opening the doors to conversation. "Nothing, did you see how many people were not at school today." He said aware that i wasn't listening. I looked up, to a tall, lean, lad, slightly younger than me, but the same height, ginger, trimmed hair, and glasses, freckled face, but distinctive cheek bones as he briskly remarked, " Your a twat when you start conversations but don't actually speak in them." He had a point. I did tend to do that. Wearing his coat, green, longer than his upper-body, in a humid kind of climate, he must have been insane, although it does look like a comfortable coat.

By the way, in case your wondering we live in a city called Gloucester. Not too big or small, a lot of countryside, fairly big population, no bigger than average. I live in this place called Upton, very small, and country like. Me and my brother just got home, our parent's were away for the week, doing work. It was just us two, we liked to lighten up the mood in most occasions with petty things like food fights and things like that. It was rather amusing actually because it would always start with me throwing something like an egg which explodes like a paintball on contact. Bits of shell and egg white coated the wall drastically. My brother, being a complete twat, would then open a tin of tomato soup and lash it at me. Avoiding any contact with the actual tin, i would duck, being coated with small splotches of tomato soup, then i would return the fire with greater speed than Shane used before to completely coating him with the remainder of the tin. Then I went to have a shower. The sensation of the warm water slowly cleansing my body after a long tiring day was the best feeling I would have. As I stepped out of the warm, condensed atmosphere contained within the bathroom where my shower had just taken place, i was slapped with the cool air that contained the rest of the house. The house, was in the middle of three, it was three stories high, there was six windows from the front view and a porch. Also it was a mixture of different reds for every individual brick you could see a slight contrast in the colors, a small stone garden in front no bigger than ten meters squared.

"Xbox?" Shane exclaimed with a slight tone of excitement now contained within his voice. " yeah sure...zombies? eh?" I questioned actually already knowing the answer was yes. "yeah, sure man, lets hope to beat our target of round 26. I believe my ability has increased remarkably" Shane waffled trying to sound smart. " The inconspicuous monstrosity of you becoming a more psychologically advanced player than me is impossible" I said, having no idea of what I just said. " Shut up you stupid smartass twat" Shane said jokingly. The xbox, which was now on along with the television, on the black ops 2 xbox game. " Start round five? I demanded unintentionally. Before I knew it i was under going an intense game of zombies with my brother. " Oh god damn it, Facking zombies." Shane yelled before long. " Just keep going Shane, you piece of shite...i thought you said you was getting better."

20 minutes later he exclaimed after a lot of hard work and strong concentration " Fuck, you twat of a zombie, i'm down Jack." Shane looked at the screen helplessly as i laughed at him being unable to revive him. " wow only 16 rounds" Shane said looking exhausted. "I'm going to bed vijazzle head" (his nickname for me at the time.) "Night twat face!" I shouted after him.

Before long I was asleep.