Chapter 1
'Ouch!" Something hits my elbow and I rustle back over. Holding myself still for a couple seconds I grimace and then roll back over to my left.
"Ouch!'
Okay, What in the world?
When I was about 11, I remember my dad mentioned stuff about how kids learn eventually what to do and what not. He explained it casually by using an antedote. We always had really witty silly conversations like that.
"When a kid puts his hand in the fire, he gets burned and says, No, I'm not going to do that again." But you know in this situation, I am barely awake.
Roll Number 3!
"YOUCH!" I belt at the top of my lungs and finally lift my heavy eyelids open to briefly glance in the direction of my pain.
My body is thick with lingering sleep and it takes me a couple seconds longer to comprehend stuff.
Finally the processing is finished.
Culprits include: A mustard colored Tyconderoga pencil sharpened to its limit, A lighter shaded iPhone 5c, a sweatshirt, and coiled headphones.
My bed is practically an afterschool daycare.
I wrinkle myself around so that not to fall back asleep, and in the meanwhile check the messages on my phone.
-Jasmine
-Tommy
-Tommy
-Aurora
-Ryan
-Troy
The slight pitter patter of rain hits my window and sun sneaks through.
Thank God it's Summer.
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