As I lay in bed, dreaming of the day my work gets recognised, birds sing beside my window. I can hear their calls and their songs, but all I can think of is getting to work.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
I then turn the booming noise of the alarm clock off. It was finally time to start the day. i get up and stretch my arms into the air, my sore bones crackingnand clicking from the odd angle of which I had slept. I hoddled over to my desk and slumped into my chair. This is going to be a long, but exciting day. I look down at my keyboard, stretch my finhers and get prepared to write.
"Negan! Breakfast is ready!" My mother exclaimed.
Being 15 and srill living with my parents, well, parent, sucks. Why do good houses have to be so hard to come by? And so far away? I sigh and lay my hands by my sides.
"I'll be rhere in a sec mum!" I called out. "Just getting dressed!" I lied. I'm not getting dressed, I'm sitting at my desk, doing way more important things. I waited for a moment, before getting up. Bloody breakfast.
She always makes it so early. I look down at my floor and grab my shirt and a pair of trousers. I stroll over to my clothes drawers and I pull them open. I grah my pants and socks and start the process of getting dressed. "Why should we even have to get dressed anyway! We just have to get back into our PJ's again at the end of the day anyways" I thought to myself.
"Negan! You done yet?!" She yelled.
Ugh she's so impatient, fucking hell. I finish getting dressed and walk out of my room and down the stairs. I get to the kirchen and I see she's prepared egg on toast. "Again?! That's the only thing we've had to eat for the past 3 weeks mum!" I groaned.
"Be grateful, some people are doing far worse off than us! We're lucky we have Greg to give us eggs. You should go thank him later." My mum snapped. Greg is our neighbour, he has chickens. Like, a lot of chickens. I fucking hate Greg. He's a fucking creep. Mum has a crush on him I swear to God.
Greg:
- Uneven and weird eyebrows
- Fucking weird misshapen eyes
- HUGE nose
- Weird wide smile
- He's a twig
- Probably does leg day like once a year
- Has like 8 hairs on his head
- Worse hair than Homer Simpson
- Missing fingers
Mum:
- Literally so kind
- Black long hair
- Small nose I guess
- Nice smile
- Normal eyebrows
- 5'2 but can still somehow hit me round the dead
Dad:
- Was nice
- My dad
- 6'3
- Dead rip
- Dark brown hair
- Had a nice smile
I miss dad. I will never let Greg replace him. Never. I will kill him before that happens.
Me:
- Mums black hair
- Dad's eyes
- Nice smile
- 5'9
- Fairly nice
I wish I knew people so I would be able to add to this. I will add to this when I meet someone. Anyways, I better get going and see Greg before my mum goee to see him.
* Front door opens and shuts *
"Well shit"
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Surviving the apocalypse with my creep neighbour Gregg
HorrorNegan is a young teen boy who lives with his mother, and his father disapeared whilst he was still just a child. Their next door neighbor creeps Negan out and he must protect his mother from him and strangers they may pass. But what happenens when h...
