This was an unneeded story. He hated the story. He hates it so much that he wanted to rip it into a million pieces and then set it on fire. He actually hated all stories except one: he loved the story about the boy called nathan. And so he proceded to tell that story to her.
Nathan was tired. He was so tired he fell asleep in the middle of eating dinner. When he woke up the clock showed 05:30 am. It was too early for him. He normally woke up at 9 am, mostly because of his unhealty sleeping habits. He liked sleeping late. And by late i mean around 4:15.
And so he woke up. He opened his curtains. He saw that the sun was still not up. Then he went to the bathroom. His dark brown hair was all messed up and oily. He decided to take a bath.
It was almost 7 when he got out of the bath. The bath was really relaxing. Not like he needed to relax or anything. But still...
He stared at himself in the mirror for a while. Then he quickly went to the kitchen to make something to eat. He made a sandwich and then went into his room to get dressed. He took his sandwich and ran out the door thinking it was 11. When he arrived at the sports center he realized it was still 8.
