Chapter 1; the beginning(of sorts) "Okay dad, what's on the list of chores today?" I walked out of the dining room a little less hungry then I woke up, yet still quite famished.
"Well, we gotta go up in the attic and move that water heater." My father walked upstairs, and I just groaned.
My name is mark winowsky. I'm black, about five foot five, and weigh about 210. I was almost a carbon copy of my father, except I was three inches taller. He had the same light black skin as I did, the same slightly muscular body.(I think im slightly more muscular, and you can actually see my muscles. he likes to think we're the same, though).Hell, we even had the same face. The only thing I got from my mother was her blue eyes. Yep, that's right. My mom was white. Got a problem with it?
"After that," my father turned to smile at me," we can get back to your training." I smiled in return and doubled my efforts to hightail it upstairs to get my gloves.
My ancestors were knights to King Arthur himself, so my whole family has it in their heads to teach their offspring how to use the sword, and how to build certain weapons like crossbows, lances, and the like if we see need to do it. While the work is grueling in itself, I wasn't complaining. It would just add to a collection of skills I was beginning to accumulate, and it seemed to be really cool to know how to fight with a sword. I could also talk in four different languages, and am able to sneak around quite easily. Enough about me, though. Lets get on with the day.
We almost dropped the water heater on the way downstairs. It slipped just as I put my foot on the last step, but the wall caught, leaving a nasty dent that I knew I was gonna have to clean up before mom got home. We set it down in the garage to deal with later. My dad went to the shed and pulled out two wooden swords, each about as long as my arm, weighing at about seven pounds each. My flash grenades were sitting in the bottom of my floor boards of my room, and my gloves were on my hands, obviously. My other various weapons were hidden around the house. He tossed me a sword and said,"come at me."
3 hours and fifty million bruises later, we went into the house. I was finally able to hit my dad, and he was fealing as much pain as I was. The warm water of the shower was welcome, if not praised, and I took extra long. Just as I was headed to my room to relax, I heard the voice of doom.
"MAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRK! " Oh shit, I forgot to fix that dent in the wall! I thought as I hurried to put my shirt back on.
"I'm sorry ma, I swear I'll fix it..." I run downstairs, only to find my mom shooting daggers at both me and my dad.
"May I ask why there is a huge, black dent in my wall?!" She said through gritted teeth, obviously holding back her anger. She stood about 5' with long blond hair and startling sky blue eyes. Her skin was pale with a slight rosey complexion, yet at the moment it was red In anger. "Well dear, you see..." My father started.
"It's my fault, mom." Even I was surprised to hear my voice speak up. "I told dad that I would clean it up, and I forgot about it."
"Well then," mom looked slightly less angry after that." I expect you to clean it up."
"Yes ma'am."
"And you'll also be in charge of dropping it off to the dumpster in the lot."
"But mooooooom," she knows I hate it there, and so does dad, who was snickering to himself as he left the room.
"No buts. You were supposed to clean it, so now you have the responsibility of putting the cause of this mess away." Her shoulders sagged a little. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go take a shower. And HOWARD!" My dad stopped in his tracks, one foot raised. "You can help mark load the truck."
"But honey,"
"Don't you but honey me. You were supposed to have disposed of that old thing before I got home. Since mark is cleaning and disposing, the Least you could do is help him load it up." She smirked and looked at him. "You can handle that, cant you?"
"*sigh* yes dear." He sent me a look. "C'mon, 'son'. Lets load this thing in the truck."
*sigh* Sometimes, I think my mom values not having to go certain places cause she made me get my license a year ago. Now I'm running errands for her left and right. And I know I kinda screwed up there, but that's no reason to make me take the whole freakin water heater. I grabbed the keys and my weighted gloves.
Speaking of my weighted gloves, I think they warrant a bit of explanation. They're my favorites, my first pair given to me. They were black, with iron studs on the knuckles. I wear them wherever I go, and they've helped me out of a scrape or two. They're made of leather, but they're padded on the inside. They were given to me by my best friend in the whole world. they mean more to me then cheese burgers do to a fat man.
As we loaded the water heater into the truck, I heard a whooshing in my ears, like water in the ocean. I turned my head, expecting a wave of water to fly at me, yet instead was met by nothing. I stared behind myself for a few minutes, scratching my head, but then shrugged and finished loading up the heater. Just as we got it all the way on, one of the valves broke and sprayed us with searing hot water! I couldn't believe it. Now I had to go change. AGAIN. This didn't look like it was going to be a good day. Not at all.
Once I got to my room, I went straight to my chest of clothes. I pulled out my black t-shirt, black jeans(which were loosened so I could fight in them.), and my black army boots. After putting them on, I reached for my black hoodie. It was almost time. As I walked downstairs, I thought better of my hoodie and just laid it down on the couch before heading out the door. The keys jingled in my hand as I unlocked the door to the car, then hopped in. My gloved hand rammed the key into the ignition, and away I went.
AN:/ so guys what do you think? There is gonna be the sequel chapter in a week or say. Please,send me comments and favorite it if you want, just no dirty comments, kay?!
-From the desk of sky, the inverted pony
