"Get any more sleep last night?" Shane asked as he saw Jean in the kitchen
in the early morning.
"Yeah, he stopped at about two hours later. You sleep well? I could swear I heard you talking." Jean said as she pored herself a glass of ice cold milk. "Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks. After all, I was listening to Scott. For a 'while'."
"I slept well after woken up last night." Shane ran his left hand threw his short brown hair and began to think about last night.
He did go back to sleep but only for less then a half-hour. Another nightmare crept up on him. Each night he was getting less and less sleep. He was becoming so tired. He could only sleep for minutes before having to wake up from a nightmare. His dreams kept getting worst and worst.
"You look really tired." Jean noticed while Shane was messing around with his hair.
Shane pulled out his gray/silver flip cell phone and looked at the time.
"You keep that thing in your rob pocket?"
"Well, it's only six thirty and I haven't got in the shower yet. Never know when someone is going to call." Shane stated as he puts his phone back into his large green plaid rob pocket.
// COLD WATER! // // What's today? // // I don't want to go to classes today. // // Shut that damn alarm off! // // What am I going to wear? // // I DIDN'T DO MY HOMEWORK! CRAP! // // She didn't close the door again. // // I hate being so short. // // I wonder what they would do if I went Goth // // Maybe I should de my hair blond // // I need a haircut. // All of the student thought flushed into Shane's head.
Shane threw his right hand to his forehead in the shape of a fist with his palm pushing on his forehead trying to over come the pain.
Jean starred at him for a brief second before asking, "Are you okay!?"
"Just a headache." Shane said while holding his eyes tightly shut still listening to all the people.
Finally they all stopped and Shane knew he had to get more sleep. Since he was so worn down and exhausted from the lack of rest he's telepathy and other powers have become uncontrollable.
"Well, I better go hope in the shower." Shane stated as he got up from his wooden chair and walked out of the kitchen with bare feet knowing a cold shower would wake him up and help him focus on everything.
"Yeah, he stopped at about two hours later. You sleep well? I could swear I heard you talking." Jean said as she pored herself a glass of ice cold milk. "Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks. After all, I was listening to Scott. For a 'while'."
"I slept well after woken up last night." Shane ran his left hand threw his short brown hair and began to think about last night.
He did go back to sleep but only for less then a half-hour. Another nightmare crept up on him. Each night he was getting less and less sleep. He was becoming so tired. He could only sleep for minutes before having to wake up from a nightmare. His dreams kept getting worst and worst.
"You look really tired." Jean noticed while Shane was messing around with his hair.
Shane pulled out his gray/silver flip cell phone and looked at the time.
"You keep that thing in your rob pocket?"
"Well, it's only six thirty and I haven't got in the shower yet. Never know when someone is going to call." Shane stated as he puts his phone back into his large green plaid rob pocket.
// COLD WATER! // // What's today? // // I don't want to go to classes today. // // Shut that damn alarm off! // // What am I going to wear? // // I DIDN'T DO MY HOMEWORK! CRAP! // // She didn't close the door again. // // I hate being so short. // // I wonder what they would do if I went Goth // // Maybe I should de my hair blond // // I need a haircut. // All of the student thought flushed into Shane's head.
Shane threw his right hand to his forehead in the shape of a fist with his palm pushing on his forehead trying to over come the pain.
Jean starred at him for a brief second before asking, "Are you okay!?"
"Just a headache." Shane said while holding his eyes tightly shut still listening to all the people.
Finally they all stopped and Shane knew he had to get more sleep. Since he was so worn down and exhausted from the lack of rest he's telepathy and other powers have become uncontrollable.
"Well, I better go hope in the shower." Shane stated as he got up from his wooden chair and walked out of the kitchen with bare feet knowing a cold shower would wake him up and help him focus on everything.