A L bit of Everything(book 1)

(1) sleepless night

Silas laid on his bedroom floor, staring at the dizzying ceiling fan above him. It was pitch black outside, but Silas knew that he stayed up well past his set bedtime of 11:00P.M. He sleepily looked to the watch on his wrist that he had recently gotten for his fourteenth birthday. The time read 2:34.
"3:34," He yawned. Silas's watch ran an hour behind. He had broken it just two days ago, after he tried and failed to use a skateboard. He gave a small laugh when remembering how both he and his father struggled to stay on their boards, while his younger brother had gotten the hang of it that same day. His father compared his brother to some famous skateboarder. He cringed at his forgetfulness of the persons name.
Silas sat up with a groan, the floor finally revealing how uncomfortable it had really been as he attempted to rub the pain away from his shoulder blades. He combed through his hair with his hand, puffing out the flat spot from which he was laying on. Hw went to his room, taking a long, hot shower to ease his achyness. He frowned, his mood spoiled because he couldn't listen to music or sing his heart out at this hour. his parents would be furious, and his older sister, Sidney, would have made a piñata out of him. So, Silas showered in silence.
Once He had gotten into a fresh pair of clothes(his favorite black tee and some cacky shorts). He sat at his deck, strewn across were many drawings and school papers that he just couldn't put his mind to finishing. He 'neatly' set the papers aside and took a book from his drawer. A small but many-paged journal that could have been mistaken as a holy Bible if not for Silas' engraved name on it. Silas opened the book to a new page, lined and ready to be filled with his thoughts and feelings. He took a large inhale, and as the words from his mind made its way to paper, he breathed out.

"Hi. I'm Silas Aistan-Janus Poverly. I'm 14 years old. Kia's sighed
I know what you're thinking. "Two middle names, that's crazy! But that's not the most 'odd' thing about me.
I'm adopted. Two days after I was born, I was flown across the country with my parents from Georgia, U.S.A. Now I live in Botson, U.S.A
To whoever is reading this, I don't see my parents or siblings as anything but my real family. I don't know anything about my birth-mother besides what stories my parents have told.
I know her name and her current Age. Samantha Jane Richards,44. I know she lives in Augusta Georgia and I know that she has many other children."

Silas sighed, bored of his journal. He spun in his rolling chair, trying to fight off the boredom he was facing. Closing his eyes, he listened to the whirring and clicking of his fan.

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Silas woke up to his alarm at 7:00A.M. He lazily got up from his chair and went to the bathroom. He took a shower, cringing with disgust at his mother and sister's hair that hung in the sink, waiting to clog the drain. He found himself lucky that his tight, fluffy curls didn't warrant much shedding.

Silas got dressed, putting on his shirt from a few hours before and putting on a pair of tan jeans. He brushed his teeth, and combed through his hair with his hand. He left the bathroom, nearly forgetting to grab the deodorant stick from the back of the toilet. He walked into the kitchen as he applied the deodorant.
"Hey Boo!" Silas's mother smiled at him. She proudly held in front of him a breakfast that could have gotten her onto MasterChef. Eggs, bacon, and cinnamon&sugar toast. "I made this for you! To say good luck on your test."

Silas's mouth watered. He quickly took the plate and hugged his mother tightly, her long hair falling over his face. "Thank you mom!" He exclaimed, quickly sitting at the dining room table and wolfing down what was on his plate.
Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs and to the kitchen. A voice answered from the direction of the footsteps. His older sister, Samantha, laughed. "Slow down, or you'll choke!"
Silas mother laughed at the remark. "Your sister is right, don't eat so fast.
"But it's good! And I have to hurry! I'll be late for the bus, it's coming early today."
"How come, doesn't it usually come at eight?" His sister asked
"Yeah but because of testing, they're bringing us in early."
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LOh, we'll you don't want to miss that do you, sweetheart?" Silas's mother asked rhetorically.
"I would.," Silas's sister said. "Testing sucks, I'm glad I'm finally out of college."
"I can wait to be in college! I'm gonna go and be an ELA teacher, and I'll write books too!"
"You've never told me that you like to write books, let alone read them." His sister poked fun at him.
"I'll have you know that I am an avid reader, and I write in my journal daily!" Silas said in a righteous voice, finishing his food and putting his plate in the dishwasher.
"Is that so?" Samantha copied her brothers high-and-mighty interpretation. "I wouldn't have expected so much from you."
Silas stuck his tongue out at his sister and wiggled it. He grabbed his shoes and bag from out of the closet, packing his bag and putting on his shoes. "Gotta run!" He smiled, waving goodbye to his mother and sister as he walked out of his house and down his driveway.

A/N: Hello!! This is a story that I'm writing inspired by my experiences as an African American adopted and raised by white parents. I hope to speak to others in similar situations. Even though it's based on my life, I'm open to all criticism and dislikes to anything I write.
                 —Widow Corney