The Domino Effect

The Domino Effect: Ash

Sunlight was such a bother.

As it seeped through the crack in the curtains laying a single sliver of light across the dark room, movement could be seen coming from the middle of the room where a giant Victorian style canopy bed stood. It was dressed in different shades of purple and blue with gold accents in the form of pillows and trimming.

A groan escaped from the slow moving mass in the middle of the elegantly fluffy mess, causing the light to ripple with the flow of the sheets. The mass squirmed under the mass and a limb poked out of the warm heap. An arm actually, it flailed blindly searching for something that seemed important. The limb made its way landing on the cool smooth surface of the wooden head board sliding over to what seemed to be a panel of switches. It fumbled over them in obviously knowing motions stopping at the second farthest switch flipping it upward.

The soft hum of mechanics started only to push the curtain all the way closed putting the room into absolute darkness. This made the limb shoot back into the warm mass in the middle of the bed where it belonged and a noise of content feeling broke the silence and rippled the dark room.

The peaceful silence lasted all in all about ten more seconds before a loud crash came from practically in his room. To be more precise it seemed to be happening outside of the tired mass's room. The boy, so it seemed flinched as the screaming between two adults ensued.

With a groan the boy pushed himself up several pillows falling off the bed and the sheets sliding off of his body. He had sandy blond hair that looked like an absolute mess right now and grayish blue eyes that had a thick film of tiredness washed over them.

He grabbed a pillow nearest him throwing it at the door. "Take your stupid arguments somewhere where I can't hear them!" He screamed quieting down his father the big time lawyer and Bertha, wife number 4, a super model from their petty arguments.

He rolled himself out of the bed hitting the thickly carpeted floor with a thump, his tanned body kicking away the navy blue sheet still entangling his legs, "Daamn." He moaned pulling himself up and hitting one of the switches by the head board flicking on the lights of his room.

The sudden brightness caused him to squint but the boy's eyes quickly adjusted and he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked beat, literally, a black and blue bruise encircling his right eye from yesterday's events. Ash chuckled thinking to himself about how he beat that Hamburg punk's butt after the game yesterday. After all, because he was the captain of the soccer team that meant that he had to make sure no one looked down or picked on his team.

Which he had down flawlessly protecting one of the freshmen that had made varsity. So sure Ash had detention everyday of next week, and a black eye, but that just meant that his fan base and respect from his peers and the cool teachers would increase.

That made Ash wonder if his father would be happy, he had always said that image was everything so that should be fine then. His image hadn't gone down even though the boy had gotten in trouble, he was excepting praise.

Still though...

Turning back to the reflection of himself he decided that wearing sunglasses to school would be the right choice. Since Ash didn't want to seem like he was showing off the black eye as some sort of prize, rather keep it hidden and when anyone asked modestly reply with a weak grin and a tip of the glasses showing them the shiner. The girls would coo at it and speak words of healing, or something like that, while the guys would give him pats of the back, thumbs up, and 'Alright man!.

It was perfectly flawless.

Looking at himself in the mirror he brushed his fingers through the blond locks brushing out some of the knots that had gathered there over night. Ash proceeded to dab his fingers in some gel and put the hair into place. The boy didn't have that long of hair, but putting the gel made him look, well better. Pushing the short strands into the exact place he wanted them, swept to the right side in almost a wave looking shape. Perfect.