Looks aren't Everything

Chapter 1

       "Okay... Down the corridor and to the right... Up the stairs and across the wooden floorboard I put across the floor earlier... And now... DAMN IT!!!" said a rather short, skinny youth with long straightened brown hair that covered his eyes.

        "Fuck..." he said when the words 'Wrong End" flashed across the screen.

      "Watch your goddamn mouth up there, Johnathan! Am I gonna have to come up there? Bet you won't say that shit if I do! " yelled a gravelly toned voice from the living room a floor lower.

     'Just go back on the road again, all you do is bitch and you can't even do that right' thought Johnathan while setting his PSP on the floor next to his bed. From two rooms down, He could hear his brother Draven playing heavy toned bass in his room. 'I wish he would turn that shit down, it isn't even good music...'

        He then pulled a makeshift ash tray from his closet shelf, opened the window and proceeded to light a cigarette. As he puffed on the cigarette hanging from his lips, he daydreamed of the inside of that old victorian-style house across the road. The one with the ridiculously long paved driveway decorated with apple trees growing on either side of said driveway. he wondered if there were ghosts in it like the house in American Horror Story, or if it was empty. Johnathan also wondered when someone would move in there or if it was going to stay vacant.

       He soon stubbed out his cigarette, and changed the ash tray's hiding spot to the roof right below his window, so as to let the smell of stale cigarettes float off into the wind. Johnathan then put his earbuds in and began playing Marilyn Manson's Coma White.His last thoughts before falling into a heavy sleep were "if Manson weren't here, hard telling how I would get through the days..."

           Johnathan was jerked awake by the loud, ear piercing din of his alarm clock waking him up for school. The problem was, he had no school as it was Saturday. His first reaction was to throw it across the room and fall back asleep, but that didn't happen. Instead, he jabbed the disable button with enough force to knock it off the night stand next to his bed.