DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making anymoney of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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It was snowig lightly when my alarm went off, invading my dreams. Reaching over to my bed side table I hit the sleep button. I was not a morning person, no tin the least. Hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep befor my mom figured out I was still in bed (even though she was probably waiting outside my door to get me out of bed) I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. As if that were some stort of cue, I heard the door open and the nice warm blankets were gone.
"Get up," the gruff voice was obviously not my mom's. It did sound somewhat familiar, but my still sleeping brain couldn't for the life of me figure out why.
"Slash, get up now, befor I dump you in the snow," grumbleing I uncurled myself from the ball I had curled into to get away from the cold. Sitting up without even opening my eyes I sat there for a few seconds.
"What? I wanna go back to sleep" I finally managed to get the words out.
"You are going to miss your bus," the voice said "you'll be late for school," oh, yeah, school I'd forgotten about that place of utter insanity. Finally opening one eye I caught a glimps of the owner of the voice, I was my father. That explains the familiarity of the voice.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, opening the other eye. I noticed my blanket laying in a heap on the floor. It's not a well known fact, but the only thing I hate more that the morning is a mess.
" I have a day off, now get up befor you have to walk to school." My alarm chose that moment to remind me that it was still on. Turning off my alarm, I got up and stared making my bed. My dad just let out a little exasperated sound, not really a sigh. Finally, after he left, I got dressed and checked the room for anything else that may be out of place. My dad has a habit of moving my stuff. Happy that everything was where it should be I went down to breakfast.
After breakfast and five minutes of trying to convince my mom that my coat was warm enough I headed out the door and to the only bus stop in town. All my friends where there, well all except Linda, ever since she turned 16 and got a car for her birthday she's been to good to ride the bus to school with the rest of us commoner (well acctually if you ask her she has ALWAYS been to good to ride the bus, but her parents made her do it).
"Hey, Slash," that was more or less what they all said. I just grumbled, I wanted to get some sleep on the bus but if I decided to be nice Tommy and Jam would probably talk my ear off. Now most kids don't have tp meet there school bus at 6 in the morning, but because our town is so small my friends an I have to go to high school in a nearby, bigger town that is at the base of the mountain. Not such a bad thing except the morings, and the fact that no student who wants to keep there rep will talk to any of us 'Mountainer' as we are so lovingly refered to by those goons who find pleasure in tomenting my friends and I.
The bus finally arrived. After everyone else sat down I took a seat by myself and streached out to see if I could get some sleep befor I got kicked out of the seat. It wasn't to bad, being the first group of kids on the bus. The fact that I didn't have to move to another seat by the time we arrived at school gave me a bad feeling.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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It was snowig lightly when my alarm went off, invading my dreams. Reaching over to my bed side table I hit the sleep button. I was not a morning person, no tin the least. Hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep befor my mom figured out I was still in bed (even though she was probably waiting outside my door to get me out of bed) I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. As if that were some stort of cue, I heard the door open and the nice warm blankets were gone.
"Get up," the gruff voice was obviously not my mom's. It did sound somewhat familiar, but my still sleeping brain couldn't for the life of me figure out why.
"Slash, get up now, befor I dump you in the snow," grumbleing I uncurled myself from the ball I had curled into to get away from the cold. Sitting up without even opening my eyes I sat there for a few seconds.
"What? I wanna go back to sleep" I finally managed to get the words out.
"You are going to miss your bus," the voice said "you'll be late for school," oh, yeah, school I'd forgotten about that place of utter insanity. Finally opening one eye I caught a glimps of the owner of the voice, I was my father. That explains the familiarity of the voice.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, opening the other eye. I noticed my blanket laying in a heap on the floor. It's not a well known fact, but the only thing I hate more that the morning is a mess.
" I have a day off, now get up befor you have to walk to school." My alarm chose that moment to remind me that it was still on. Turning off my alarm, I got up and stared making my bed. My dad just let out a little exasperated sound, not really a sigh. Finally, after he left, I got dressed and checked the room for anything else that may be out of place. My dad has a habit of moving my stuff. Happy that everything was where it should be I went down to breakfast.
After breakfast and five minutes of trying to convince my mom that my coat was warm enough I headed out the door and to the only bus stop in town. All my friends where there, well all except Linda, ever since she turned 16 and got a car for her birthday she's been to good to ride the bus to school with the rest of us commoner (well acctually if you ask her she has ALWAYS been to good to ride the bus, but her parents made her do it).
"Hey, Slash," that was more or less what they all said. I just grumbled, I wanted to get some sleep on the bus but if I decided to be nice Tommy and Jam would probably talk my ear off. Now most kids don't have tp meet there school bus at 6 in the morning, but because our town is so small my friends an I have to go to high school in a nearby, bigger town that is at the base of the mountain. Not such a bad thing except the morings, and the fact that no student who wants to keep there rep will talk to any of us 'Mountainer' as we are so lovingly refered to by those goons who find pleasure in tomenting my friends and I.
The bus finally arrived. After everyone else sat down I took a seat by myself and streached out to see if I could get some sleep befor I got kicked out of the seat. It wasn't to bad, being the first group of kids on the bus. The fact that I didn't have to move to another seat by the time we arrived at school gave me a bad feeling.