Three months, sixteen days, ten hours, fifty two minutes and twenty two seconds. Twenty three seconds. Twenty four. Twenty five. I've been counting the amount of time I've had to spend in hell since I woke up on the second day and realised that it wasn't just a dream. It's reality.
The names Thomas. Or, as I am more widely known as, Mean Tom. However, only the truly mean people call me that because when did the world fall into the depths of nicknames based on your personality? You don't see me calling that boy Jealous Dan or that girl Clever Astrid. People are stupid. Well, everyone except Astrid. She's quite smart.
Sam. That's who everyone is talking about; Sam this, Sam that, help me Sam, Come here Sam, wipe my butt Sam. He's infuriating and aggravating and irritating and exasperating and... Need I go on? If you're smart enough, you should get it. But, if my adjectives weren't enough for you, I hate Sam. I don't dislike him, I hate him.
He thinks that if he carries on the way he is he will become king or leader or what-not. But he's wrong. The first blow will come tonight, then, as time goes on, Sam will learn that he is not the most powerful person in the FAYZ.
I am.
Hi guys :) iheartponyo here! Should I carry on my story? I will improve on the points you mention in the comments. Hope you enjoyed.
By the way, I know it's a bit short. I didn't want to write a really long one only to find out everyone hated it :p