Writing game

Story #1 Part 4

"No" Jason says sternly. "Are you insane? We've tested it like once- and if I remember correctly 9 people wound up in the infirmary for burn injuries."

"We have to. I can't just keep on sitting around, waiting for these people to attack and injure, if not kill more people knowing I could have done something but was too stupid to let some idiot assface stop me!" I yelled at him exasperated and exhausted, before storming down the hall to my room.

"Reilly, wait!" He called after me but I just flipped him off and slammed my bedroom door, throwing my self onto my bed. I groaned at my little tantrum but I was so tired at that point I only wanted sleep. 3 day missions would do that to you. No wonder we didn't do them often, I don't want to move for the next twenty years. I also don't want to talk to Jason for the next thirty. I fell asleep internally arguing over whether or not I was thinking the right thing.

"BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP" I groaned, rolling over, and slamming my fist on to the top of the alarm clock on my bed side table. I swear whoever invented those things should die and go to Hades. I wonder if the already had. I thought to myself. Serves them right if they did. Anyways I rolled over waiting until my feet hit the floor... Only that never happened. Instead, my rear-end slammed on to the cold floor. I dragged my feet up and headed out of my bedroom still in my fuzzy pj pants and tank-top. 

"Nice outfit." Jason told me, spirking at my pjs as I sat down with a bowl at the kitchen table. 

"Keep that ignorant little pie hole shut so I'm not tempted to use any weapons to shut it for you." I told him giving a deathly glare as I began to eat my cereal in silence.