One Day

Chapter 1 - Marcus Anderson

Brooklyn, New York
January 29, 2016

Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-! Marcus slammed his hand down on the annoying alarm clock, silencing the loud object. With an annoyed groan, Marcus slowly got up and out of bed. Then he headed to his bathroom.

When he got to his bathroom, he immediately stripped down. Then he took a shower. As he was in the shower, his body and mind finally, fully woke up.

He opened his eyes before closing his eyes. A sigh left him as the water began to heat up and relax his muscles.

Marcus opened his eyes again. Then he began to clean himself. He scrubbed himself raw. He did not like to stink. Once he was clean, he got out of the shower and went back into his room. He headed to his dresser, got the clothes he wanted from there. Then he headed to his closet and got out his pants and his favorite grey jacket.

Once he had everything he needed he then put on his clothes before grabbing his silver backpack furthermore heading downstairs to the bright apple red lively kitchen. He dashed down the silver staircase. He was really hungry. He just couldn't wait to his eat strawberry jam covered toast and ketchup covered scrambled eggs. His stomach growled at the smell of the food. A smile appeared on Marcus's face as he finally reached the apple red designed kitchen.

There were his parents. His father was looking through the refrigerator for food to pack his lunch and his mother was at the stove cooking eggs and making toast. His mother was humming a low melody as she cooked breakfast.

"Good morning," Marcus said announcing his presence. His parents turned their heads in his direction. "Good morning," his parents said simultaneously. Marcus moved to the table, set his silver backpack down next to his seat before he sat down in his seat.

He reached in his in jacket, pulling out his Samsung Galaxy s6 (which has a silver case).

He looked though his texts to see if Coach had sent the football practice schedule yet. He had not. Marcus sighed, shoving his phone back into his jacket pocket. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Coach Felson hasn't sent you the schedule yet has he?" his father asked with his Brooklyn accent slipping out. Marcus opened his eyes, he didn't know he closed his eyes, and he nodded in response to his father's question. His father let out a sigh before he patted Marcus on the back.

"Son, you will be okay."

"It just annoys me that he sends the schedule at the last minute."

"You should know by now that is just how he is."

The conversation between them ended when they heard giggling. The two turned and looked at the giggling mother, her. They looked at her with confused expressions on their faces which made her giggles crescendo into laughter.

"The two, haha, of you had the most serious expressions on your faces, haha, and you both had your Brooklyn accent slip out so much," Marcus's mom explained in between slight giggles. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach as she continued to laugh so hard.

Marcus felt so embarrassed that he laid his head on his arms that were folded on the dark mahogany, six legged table. His father chuckled in response to Marcus's embarrassment, then he patted Marcus on the back before walking over to the stove where his wife was starting to calm down as she finally made everyone's plate.

Marcus's father grabbed his own plate before taking Marcus's plate out of his wife hands.

Marcus's father walked over to Marcus, handing him his plate, before walking to his seat, sitting down. The two males waited for Marcus's mother to sit down before they began to eat. The family of three began to chat as they ate breakfast.