I laid awake in bed, as I had been doing for at least the last hour.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
OK. Time to actually get up now.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I continued to lay in bed, my body apparently ignoring my brain's commands.
What was wrong with me? I had been looking forward to this day for 14 years... 14 years! So why did I feel so... I don't know. Nervous? Yes. Very. Scared? Kind of. OK, a lot. Excited? Totally. So why wasn't I getting out of bed? It's just so... Overwhelming, that's it. The biggest day of an Inkling's life, as everyone says. And here I am, in bed, not doing anything.
I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed my fist on the alarm clocks button. 'Have a good day,' it flashed in bright orange letters. I had programmed it to say that. I found it kind of annoying now. Like it was mocking me, almost.
Well, at least it wasn't beeping any more. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I stared at them for a while, wiggling my toes. They were so strange. Tan... and kind of smooth, and don't get me started on the toes. There were five of them, arranged from biggest to smallest. I had grown so accustomed to looking down and just seeing orange foot-shaped lumps. And my hands! Those were pretty weird too. The same color as my feet, and with all these fingers, five of them, all over the place. Stop it, I told myself. Now is not the time. I got up and walked over to my desk.
My room was unnaturally organized. Not a single thing was out of place. I breathed a sigh of pleasure. Seeing my room like this always comforted me a little. I had a bed, a few shelves, a bookcase, and a desk. A few posters decorated my otherwise barren walls, and shelves above my desk overflowed with neatly grouped cables hooked up to various devices. On my desk were two presents I had received for my 14th birthday: A sleek new laptop, unopened, and a folded pile of clothes. I was just itching to start hooking up my laptop to my 3-D printer, Ethernet broadcaster, Holo display, and all my other devices. Fortunately, I was able to restrain myself by looking at the other gifts. My parents, like all inkling parents, had gotten me the 'Starter Kit' for my 14th birthday, which included the clothes, a Gamepad, ink tank, and a Splattershot Jr. It was just what any Inkling needed to start fighting Turf Wars, which was what I was going to do today. The goal of Turf Wars is simple: You and your team try to cover more turf with your color ink than the opposing team in a certain amount of time. If you succeed, you win. If you don't, you lose. Pretty simple. But it gets quickly more complex when you introduce a variety of weapons, sub weapons, special weapons, gear abilities, gamemodes, and different stages. But in my opinion, the more complex it is, the more fun it is!