Beep! Beep! Bee- *Click*
"1:30," said a lump under the covers, "Jay has got to stop pranking me with alarm clocks," and out came a cranky teenager.
This "teenager" is Josh Tanym who is (as a matter a fact) seventeen years old and is currently dominating Calculus.
He usually is a perfectly healthy, normal dude who goes only as fast as his friends need. He's a friendly man also, who could make friends with anyone if he wanted to.
He sits up in his bed and looks around, right on the edge of flopping back to sleep but instead he forces himself up. He actually DRAGS himself over to his closet and starts feeling around for the door handle like a blind man.
He eventually finds the doorknob and opens it, having to adjust back to darkness. He stumbles down the hall trying to balance, he really was trying to gain balance.
He finally gains some sense of balance and, still as wobbly as ever, begins to make his way down the stairs.
Step. Step. Step. He listens to his footsteps to (somehow) attempt to not concentrate on falling. He reaches the bottom.
He trips over a toy that was lying around and hits his head lightly on the wooden flooring. "Ow," he rubs his head, "Why was that toy lying in front of the stairs?" He quietly talks to himself.
He gets up and continues walking whilst grumbling to himself. He reaches the kitchen and decides to not turn on the light.
He opens the fridge...and has freezing cold water dumped straight on him. He hears a high-pitched mouse laugh coming from the living room. Only one person has that laugh.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" Jay says in-between gasps. "Jay, I swear if you try and prank me one more time!" Josh yelled. Jay wiped the tears on his face away and started to catch his breath, "I'm sorry I just can't!" He bursts out laughing for a second time.
You could practically see steam coming out of Josh's ears he was so mad. "Jay, I will give you three seconds to run before I SNAP YOUR NECK!" Josh roared and Jay's face became a small little speck on his large head.
Jay took off up the stairs into his room and locked it. Josh meanwhile calmed down and snickered. That got him good, Josh thought. He opened the fridge again and got out a leftover porkchop from last night's dinner.
He takes it out of the Ziploc bag and tosses it on a plate and nukes it. He lets that finish and pours himself a glass of milk.
He takes his milk and his porkchop and relaxes on the couch. He browses Netflix and finds something to watch.
Josh is basically the know-it-all when it comes to Pokemon. He could tell you anything about any Pokemon at anytime. ANYTHING.
He watches the newest episode of Sun and Moon. I...guess I could relax my eyes too... He closes his eyes and sinks through the couch into a dreamless sleep.
A/N:
Alrighty, whats up everyone? PokerFlareon here with my first story (on this account). This is my first chapter of my new story "Sarcasm," and I hope you enjoy! Please leave some reviews on how I did and what I should add!
Here's a question to answer:
What Pokemon would you be if you could be any?