"Hey, dude...wake the hell up man..your alarm clock is bugging the shit out of me."
Hunter slowly opened his eyes, which were reluctant to open in the first place. He blinked a few times, then quickly jerked backwards from the sight of Rob, his roommate, hovering over him. Rob was standing there, trying to figure out how to turn the alarm clock off without ripping it from the wall and throwing it into the trash.
"Damn, you're ugly.." Hunter spoke quietly and somewhat harsh, not having used his voice for about 7-8 hours. He reached over to the alarm clock and weakly pressed down on a small button, the buzzer ceasing instantly. Rob grumbles, turning around and walking away like a bear who had just woken up from slumber.
"Stupid technology and all that..crap..mmhmmrr..." Rob muttered as he made his way back to his room. Rob's hate for technology is because technology hates him. Everything electrical fails to work for him, and everything that could go wrong, does. Therefore, the harboring of this hate, he feels, is justified. Hunter watches him leave, then falls from his side and onto his back. As soon as his back hits, he lets out a deep sigh, blinking a few times while he stares at the wall. He casually turns his head to look at the time on his clock.
"8:30.." He spoke somewhat carelessly. As the time began to sink in, his tone was starting to change...for the worst.
"8:30...8:30? 8:30?!?! SHIT!"
Hunter leaps from his bed, or attemps to, rather. His sheets had wrapped around his legs during the night, and as he tries to fly from his bed, they catch him around the legs, causing him to drop like an oak tree. He slowly got to his feet, moaning from the fall. Hardwood floors aren't exactly the softest things, you know. Getting dressed, he was throwing on his clothes like they were going out of style. He checked his clock again. 8:35 it read. He was supposed to be at work at 8:30, and he knew his boss was going to chew him out for this one.
"Shit, shit shit.." He cursed as he ran downstairs and grabbed his keys and wallet, then bolted out of the house. Sprinting to the car, he realized that he needed to goto the gym more often, feeling as if he had asthma. He got into his car, and sped out of the apartment complex, still cursing under his breath.
Hunter slowly opened his eyes, which were reluctant to open in the first place. He blinked a few times, then quickly jerked backwards from the sight of Rob, his roommate, hovering over him. Rob was standing there, trying to figure out how to turn the alarm clock off without ripping it from the wall and throwing it into the trash.
"Damn, you're ugly.." Hunter spoke quietly and somewhat harsh, not having used his voice for about 7-8 hours. He reached over to the alarm clock and weakly pressed down on a small button, the buzzer ceasing instantly. Rob grumbles, turning around and walking away like a bear who had just woken up from slumber.
"Stupid technology and all that..crap..mmhmmrr..." Rob muttered as he made his way back to his room. Rob's hate for technology is because technology hates him. Everything electrical fails to work for him, and everything that could go wrong, does. Therefore, the harboring of this hate, he feels, is justified. Hunter watches him leave, then falls from his side and onto his back. As soon as his back hits, he lets out a deep sigh, blinking a few times while he stares at the wall. He casually turns his head to look at the time on his clock.
"8:30.." He spoke somewhat carelessly. As the time began to sink in, his tone was starting to change...for the worst.
"8:30...8:30? 8:30?!?! SHIT!"
Hunter leaps from his bed, or attemps to, rather. His sheets had wrapped around his legs during the night, and as he tries to fly from his bed, they catch him around the legs, causing him to drop like an oak tree. He slowly got to his feet, moaning from the fall. Hardwood floors aren't exactly the softest things, you know. Getting dressed, he was throwing on his clothes like they were going out of style. He checked his clock again. 8:35 it read. He was supposed to be at work at 8:30, and he knew his boss was going to chew him out for this one.
"Shit, shit shit.." He cursed as he ran downstairs and grabbed his keys and wallet, then bolted out of the house. Sprinting to the car, he realized that he needed to goto the gym more often, feeling as if he had asthma. He got into his car, and sped out of the apartment complex, still cursing under his breath.