First fanfiction I've ever published. Or rather first one I'm proud of.
'Bzzzzt' was the first thing he had heard that morning, the sound of the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was followed by the sound of the alarm clock landing on the floor due to a unknown force, this caused the person inside the bed to wake up, despite that the sound of the alarm was much louder that when it made contact with the floor. Wait a minute... how did it manage to fall off the bedside table?
He reached for his glasses, thankfully the hadn't met the same fate as the alarm. He placed them on his face before attempting to get out bed. "Gah" he clutched his head in a vain attempt to prevent the pain. He had forgotten that he had signed up for the Team Rocket 'Academy'. The stupid dorm rooms had bunk beds.
Once the pain had subsided he continued, or rather started, his search for whatever it was that knocked over the alarm clock. But, his search ended in failure. All he could see was a faint outline of the room and a red blinking light from a R symbol on the side of the alarm clock. He was going to wake up one of the people in the room to perhaps help him, but he decided against it; Most of the people in the room could be really moody, as he found out the day before. Realizing that he could no longer continue his search without some attempting to strangle him to death, he reached under the bed and pulled out the basic rocket grunt uniform.
It was then, when he was sitting on his bed, fully clothed and placing his cap on, when he found the culprit, or rather, it found him. He was scared half to death when a pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, the black orb that was its body hardly visible in the dark room, the only light coming from under a door leading to a changing room-like chamber, from when he had got dressed earlier. The red eyes, of which appeared from seeming nowhere and he had almost had a heart attack. Fortunately, or maybe not, the light had flicked on, and the ghastly had shrunk back in fear.
"Joe? What's going on?" a sleepy voice called from the top bunk.
Thank god, it was... was it Simon? Or Samuel? Or perhaps James? "Erm... who's that?" Joe called from his bed.
"Samuel," the voice replied, a head looking over edge at Joe, a large smile upon its face.
"What are you so happy about?" Joe sighed, messing with his hat.
"Well..."'Whump'
"Woah, are you ok?!" Joe asked the flailing body that had fell head first onto the floor.
"I think so..." Samuel said, sitting up. Joe crossed his fingers he would be put in a team with this retard. The large noise that was created when Samuel had made contact with the floor had caused the rest of the room to wake up.
"Huh... whats going on?" A voice asked groggily.
"Samuel fell off the top bunk," Joe had replied, only to meet a laugh from another person in the room. 'Oh god, the rest of the spastics are awake' Joe had told himself, walking out into the hallway. "I'm going to look around" he said before closing the door.
