Ricky's eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling fan. Why was he feeling so tired? Knowing himself, he would be full of energy and unable to sleep.
He turned over. It was six in the morning. He could sleep for an extra two hours, even though he usually woke up at five-thirty.
Ricky shut his eyes close again. All he could see was black.
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"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Cindy yelled as the door creaked open. "It's one in the afternoon!"
What? He slept past eight? No one in his family slept past eight! Not even Gramma when she had a stroke back when Cindy graduated from high school. Sure, she didn't get out of the bed, but still.
Ricky jumped out and through his clothes on. Forget about showering. He had to eat breakfast and maybe then take a shower.
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Ricky
FanfictionWhat would have Ricky Helton Wilson's life have been like? Starts in 1953 and ends in 1985. Feel free to read. Feel free to comment. And certainly feel free to vote.
