*reality*
"TRYSTAN WAKE UP!"
*dream*
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Why is my alarm going off? It's Saturday. Maybe I can just turn it off. I swing my arm out in the direction of the annoying beeping and my hand connects with something really hard.
Ah, the silence, now back to bed.
"Ow, what the heck?!"
What? Why is my alarm talking to me?
*reality*
"Trys, what the heck? Ow!"
Slowly, I feel myself gaining consciousness and emerging from my wonderful sleep.
"Why the heck did you slap me? Good lord, I think you broke my freakin' nose!"
Huh?
Opening my eyes I see Isabel sitting next to me in bed holding her nose with her hands.
"What's wrong with you?," I croak.
Ah, isn't it wonderful when your voice sounds like you smoke a pack a day when you wake up?
"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?!," she shrieks causing me to wince.
"Jeez, tone it down banshee, who peed in your cereal this morning?"
If looks could kill I would be a fish in a skillet right now.
"You punched me in the nose! I will not tone it down!"
I swear her voice just rose ten decibels by the end of that sentence.
Wait, I punched her?
"I punched you? When?"
"Just now in your sleep!"
"I'm so sorry!," I exclaim.
"You better be!"
"Wait, why are you here and how did you get in here?," I ask confused.
Looking over at my ihome I see it's nine in the morning.
"Why are you wakin' me up at nine AM on a weekend?!"
"I don't know why, it was obviously a poor choice on my part," she says rubbing her nose. "Never again am I doin' favors for Erik," she mumbles grumpily.
"To answer your question," she begins, "I'm here 'cause of Erik, your mom let me in, I know where your room is, and I'm wakin' you up at nine in the mornin' because Erik and Bryans openin' basketball tournament starts at ten."
Oh yeah, that's today. I'm so excited! Isabel came over yesterday after school and my doctor's appointment and we made signs for our boys. Yes, I said doctors appointment, I finally got my boot off. We also made t-shirts that have their numbers on it and their names on the back. Also, we purchased some pom poms in our school colors from the sports store in town. Basically, we are our boys biggest fans, besides Eriks mom of course. I remember what Erik said about her and I definitely don't want to take her place. She deserves to be his biggest fan.
"Why 'cause of Erik?"
"He figured you'd sleep in and forget so he sent me over here to get you ready and there on time."
Aw, he knows me so well. I definitely would've slept in. Hey, what can I say? I enjoy my weekends and my sleep.
"Well I'm sorry for punchin' you, thanks for wakin' me up."
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Novela Juvenil"There's blue and red flashing lights. Handcuffs on wrists. People all around me are screaming; running in all directions, trying to escape. I stand there frozen, a single tear rolls down my face. She slapped me. She told everyone I did it." Trystan...