This is my first story so please tell me what you think.
His shrill sounding alarm went off.
Now? Already? The blurred thoughts disappeared as the teen realized that he should turn of the alarm before he woke his brother on the other side of the wall.
He jabbed two fingers on snooze button. Maybe a little too hard.
He looked up and quickly scanned the alarm clock. A few cracks and possibly a dent. Nice. Third one broken this month already. Sorry Dad. Kit was not going to be happy. He let out a growl. Might as well get up now since you're worrying yourself with life's problems at 5 in the morning.
He got up and stretched. Last night's Change had made him sore.
The boy mindlessly grabbed a pair of jeans and a baggy dark green turtleneck.
As he when through his morning ro- no that doesn't sound right- requirements he heard Simon shuffle around in bed. Finally. The kid should have woken up a while ago. Not that Simon cared. The kid could stay in bed during World War II and not give a damn.
He watched as Simon walked out into the hall, plastered on a fake smile, which disappeared almost immediately, took one pointed look at the tall boy, and shook his head in disbelief.
The boy felt his mouth twitch up into a half smirk at his brother's morning condition. His blond hair sticking up in spikes that would have made a hedgehog wince, his slanted brown eyes half lidded and still clouded with sleep, walking around the hall aimlessly in only his boxers.
The teen rolled his eyes. "The bathroom's that way, dude."
"I know where the bathroom is, Derek. You don't need to tell me."
Simon glared up at him and walked in the complete opposite direction. After nearly walking into a wall he realized his mistake, he wobbled back, flipping Derek the finger. What the heck. He's the one who nearly smashed his face. Derek scoffed. What are you? Eleven?
He rolled his eyes and continued his way downstairs where Tori was jabbering on the phone with someone. What person talks on the phone at this time? No one sane.
I want a sandwich. He thought. Ok. That sounded kinda random. Whatever. No one cares. Go get a sandwich.
It was the same everyday. Wake up, break the alarm, get ready, eat, stomp around 'til it's time to walk to school, get in trouble for… oh nothing whatsoever, walk back home, eat, study whatever crap the teacher gave us, watch random stuff on TV, then finally go to bed.
Derek watched his breath frost up the air in front of him.
Whatever. Just hope that I get through another day of this.
He stared down at his huge black sneakers. Just whatever.
"Your neck is going to hurt like hell if you keep looking down like that." Simon stated.
Derek looked at him. And looked away. And scoffed. "You really want to talk about that? You bend your neck over much longer when you play games on your phone."
Simon rolled his eyes. "Uh, but I do it for a good reason." He got a real look for that. "What? I don't do it to stare at my shoes all day."
"I don't stare at my shoes all day."
"Yeah. Sure. You basically walk like this all the time."
Simon started a staring contest with his toes and started skip-walking.
"I do not look like that."
"Uh, yeah you do. Go video tape yourself."
Derek looked at his feet again.
"SEE? You're doing it right now. Don't try and deny it."
Derek looked ahead. "We're here. No one cares anymore." The school loomed in front of them.
He stared down at his shoes again as if they could save him from another powerfully boring day. And something tells me it's gonna be longer then usual.
Derek was more right then he knew.
If you feel that I could do better tell me. And just so that you know, the future chapters to this story will not be this short, so don't fret. Ether way, love you guys, please review. :p
The White Dragon,
Zane S. White